What Is Life ?
What is this thing we refer to as life:
and how did it come to be;
this roller coaster of sadness and strife;
carrying, a passenger called me?
We think we’re a form of physical being;
living in a world of grasses and trees;
equipped to
Transmit Only Love
Even when silent; we still communicate;
our thoughts have their own voices;
with those around us; we always relate;
expressions convey thoughts choices.
Subliminal messages; we often transmit;
even though, we do so, unaware;
as meaningful as the words we submit;
they tell others that we care.
Snowflake Out Of Season
I feel like a lonely snowflake;
drifting alone; without a reason;
lingering over my every mistake;
a snowflake, out of season.
Snowflakes fall from high atmostphere;
living water frozen by the cold;
in the dread of winter they often appear;
I’m a snowflake; growing old.
God’s Fingerprint
Ideas or concepts are specialized thought;
pathways to a deeper understanding;
not from within; from the Master, brought;
subtly whispered; not commanding.
We think we conceived from within our mind;
but they come from a higher power;
the planting of seeds, by the Master; designed;
allowing all
I Still Live On
I’m sitting alone in a restaurant;
been here many times before;
I am reality’s storied white elephant;
returning for another encore.
I am wallpaper; I want to blend in;
I only want to see; not be seen;
I’ve lived before; and now live
Government Of Ants
A government is a monolith of powers;
immovable, implacable; without a soul;
a weed in the garden, chocking the flowers;
pure power becomes its primary role.
A noble faction once fashioned its birth;
planning it, to replace a tyrant king;
its never ending tentacles covered the earth;
Snowflakes Of Life
Life, like snowflakes, is beautiful and fragile;
literally floating into being from above;
birthed by emotions, and a mind, most agile;
for both were created a product of love.
Snowflakes are born in a special season;
conditions must be right, for their birth;
circumstance comes together for
Enigma Of Free Will
We think since, in freedom, we are designed;
the Master allows our minds to run free.
Do we have any doubt, at all, in our mind;
we become whatever he meant us to be?
We’ve all rebelled; as children tend to do;
freedom’s the
