Sprinkles Of Wisdom

Sprinkles Of Wisdom

In the early morn; before there’s light;
revelations begin to creep in;
it requires enduring the dark of night;
for sprinkles of wisdom to begin.

Evil has been busy, while we all sleep;
for the darkness is his special time;
it’s a bountiful harvest; evil

Consequential

Consequential

On tiny hinges, swing big doors;;
nothing is ever incidental;
careless remarks, result in wars;
everything is consequential.

A tiny hornet can cause great pain;
tho its stinger is very small;
none will allow that stinger to remain;
pain gives its clarion call.

A strain of the tiny vocal

Kismet

Kismet

Life was a bright, light sunny day;
only, the good, could I see;
until the darkness came my way;
and evil, then targeted me.

Blessings and peace had been my path;
until the darkness suddenly came;
it seemed I’d incurred destiny’s wrath;
and reality would not be

We Awaken

We Awaken

We spend so much of our life sleeping;
of that; most are aware;
at the same time; evil is creeping;
tho most don’t know it’s there.

Our sleep occurs on different dimensions;
awareness is very much the same;
buried in the mind, is our true intentions;

The Good Listener

The Good Listener

With our eyes and ears we scan reality;
or, at least, what we think it to be;
tho we exist within an energy duality;
life’s more about thought; than see.

Speech is our choice for communication;
telling others whatever we think;
subtly, within us, is another

The Five Illusions

The Five Illusions

We look at life’s beautiful illusions;
many wonders constantly pass by;
but lest we draw false conclusions;
the hand is far quicker than the eye.

And sound gives us no greater measure;
for sometimes we don’t hear too well:
though sound’s music gives us

A Woman's Touch

A Woman’s Touch

Very often, many speak of a “woman’s touch”,
as tho that’s how perfection’s designed;
in either cooking or decorating, she adds so much;
her judgement is peerless and refined;

A woman is the most critical creation in all life;
bearing half of all

Better Times

Better Times

I’m much like a ship in troubled waters;
listing, and threatening to sink;
heavily depending on the faith of fathers;
sadness brings me to the brink.

I seem to exist, in an ever changing world;
my stars of destiny; no longer aligned;
the illusion of a physical

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