The Badge Of Humility
A smart man, who, when asked, how he was doing;
replied, “Better than I deserve.”
Taking into account, how his wealth was accruing;
I was taken aback by his nerve.
Strangely, I took it as a unique form of boasting;
indicative of a prideful form of
Soul Agenda
All souls, created, have a purpose;
seldom does one, know what it is;
it’s usually hidden, neath the surface;
only the Master knows; it’s his.
A Great Artist, creates for a reason;
whether working in marble or oils;
applying mediums, according to season;
to each creator,
Snapshots
Snapshots; glimpses of reality;
these photographs have no end;
hints of a material duality;
for reality is more of a blend.
A picture has no way to breathe;
you’ll never see it inhale;
energy within us; we cannot conceive;
is hiding behind a veil.
For snapshots display no
…Sliding Downhill
I’m riding my sled down a steep hill of snow;
from a distant childhood memory;
ever growing faster, the farther I go;
my thoughts are almost sensory.
I know, from memory, when I reach the end;
my father will still be there;
no matter how recklessly, I
Snowflakes Of Winter
Snowflakes are beautiful as everyone knows;
metaphors of good from the world of thought;
they cover with beauty, the landscape below;
as an example of what beauty brought.
Snow formed a canopy over the ugliness, below;
frozen tears, falling, to cover the ground;
earth’s evil and
Making My Mark
It seems as though it gave me a reason;
a purpose in all my life to embark;
so I set out to make success a season;
determined in life to make my mark.
I decided once and for all, let nothing impede;
absolutely nothing was to get
Meeting Of The Minds
I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.
For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.
Blue eyes flashed; a
…Memories Of The Soul
My life seems filled with a hopeless regret;
from a reality I’d like to deny;
my good decisions; erased with each sunset;
while my bad ones must never die.
Some decisions, I’ve relived many lifetimes;
and still, they refuse to work out;
I wish
