If I’d Choose To Love
If I’d choose to love; each day that I live;
ignoring all temptations to hate;
if I only had the power to always forgive;
and to all my enemies, relate.
If my thoughts were only permitted to love;
and evil remained beyond my
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I’m a dried up leaf; from life’s holy tree;
slowly floating toward the ground;
striving, with my last breath; to simply be me;
a mind; without voice or sound.
I’m a consciousness, alive for a purpose;
from a seed, that was planted above;
every Spring, I will
The One With A Full Plate
Due to experience; some ask my opinion;
on a wide variety of things;
most of them are beyond my dominion;
some; the province of kings.
I’m searching my mind; for words to say;
I feel I’ve grown useless with age;
some will
The Ghosts Of Fear
Many have a fear of ghosts; when young;
as they get older; it tends to disappear;
the belief in ghosts have become far-flung;
especially, the ghosts of fear.
There are many definitions of what ghosts are;
and, why, when, and where they appear;
they are mists
Created To Love
Life is merely the projection of thought;
coherent light cast as a hologram;
creating a physical illusion; God wrought;
from the Master; the great I Am.
We are the actors from the world of thought;
seeds planted in the garden, above;
we are the reality; that the
The Mask Of Deception
Nearly everyone wears a mask of deception;
some out of guilt; others from pain;
many others don it, for their own protection;
and many more, for personal gain.
For some; it’s the expression upon their face;
concealing the truth, residing within;
many wear the outward
In The Darkness Of Dawn
I’ve heard, it’s darkest before the dawn;
and, now I know that it’s true;
daily, as I struggle, just to live on,
I am lost in my love for you.
Although our minds have little interaction;
our souls have long ago met;
One Step More
I have awakened from a catalogue of dreams;
each, very different from the other;
my mind has envisioned a passing of scenes;
with competitor; friend; and lover.
I stand in awe from my dream’s utility;
its purpose still remains hidden;
my thoughts still dwell on life’