The Labyrinth
The labyrinth is the perfect life scene;
with its endless paths and dead ends;
formed like a maze; weeds in between;
separating all foes from friends.
Its maze includes hedges of emotions;
and weeds on each garden path;
exposing us to all of life’s explosions;
sometimes God’
The Author
Who wrote the script of a play called life;
made up the character known as me;
in advance, made choices; even my wife;
of all that I was born to be?
We think we all enter, a totally blank slate;
with none of the decisions already made;
destiny
The Anatomy Of Life
What are the parts of the fabric of life;
the hands and feet of reality;
those which react to conflicts and strife;
is all of creation a duality?
Some are given intellect; are very smart;
others; given strength, and power;
a few are blessed with a
Sensitivity
Each person living has a unique proclivity;
taking them wherever they need go;
each, been given a measure of sensitivity;
depending upon what’s needed to grow.
Some become sensitive to what others need;
love neath the surface, becomes their guide;
others become subtlely motivated by greed;
placing all
My Prayer Is For Others
Today, my prayer’s for all others;
for, limitless is their need;
so many of my sisters and brothers;
need love, in order to believe.
I’ve already fallen from the mountain;
my body, dashed on rocks below;
washed by tears from God’s fountain;
Never Never Land
We all long for that special place;
a place of ultimate perfection;
where all can live in love’s embrace;
and avoid all evil’s detection.
A place described in fairy tales;
often considered “make believe.”
Wondrous stories often regaled;
more than mind can conceive.
There’s
…Non Locality
Many theories exist; to explain reality;
most of which, few understand;
a most interesting concept is non locality;
space wasn’t a place to expand.
Most think we’re running out of space;
even though space isn’t there;
our dreams should; such thoughts, erase;
by revealing there
My Counterfeit Reality
I approached a familiar corner;
demanding a sharp right turn;
seemed an odd place to mourn her;
and, for the past, to yearn.
Twas a sharp turn to negotiate;
and my past came peering through.
My present seemed to mutate;
and my past became my view.
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