Just A Matter Of Time

Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.

Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.

The

The Season Of Love

We often think of love as an ocean;
something we all can fall in;
we’re rarely consumed with devotion;
tho that is where love needs begin.

Love may come in different incarnations;
many are drawn, by another’s beauty;
others bound, through divine supplications;
even some others, prompted by

The Rebirth Of Yesterday

I spent most of today in yesterday;
its thoughts came in as a storm;
my mind quickly shelved today;
tho my body couldn’t conform.

Yesterday was an adventure, lost;
its leaves had fallen from the tree;
though I’ll never be free of its cost;
nevertheless, it still captivates

The Quarry

Life is oft termed, a book, or production;
neither of which, tells what it’s about;
I’ve served my time; since my induction;
and now, I want to find the way out.

I remain in a constant state of penitance;
for any ill thoughts, I’ve ever performed;
but,

The Serpent

More crafty than other animals made;
the serpent is often given the blame;
coming before man, while on parade;
and “serpent” was his given name.

Immediately after given that name;
we’re told a suitable mate wasn’t found;
the serpent’s complicity was to blame;
and the man was

A Paradox Of Being

All of living, is within our thought;
what we are; is what we think;
reality, itself, is what we’re taught;
physical life is gone in a blink.

Does an outside world even exist;
how could we, for sure, ever tell?
A mind may tell that images persist;
can we

Prison Of Time

Most of us live, focused on time;
it gives us our sense of direction;
tho it’s only, a function of a mind,
it still affords some protection.

The mind, always, a ticking clock;
maintains its ability to confound;
for there is within, no eternal lock;
the mind can distort

Raise Up A Child

We’ve been told to raise up a child,
in a way pleasing to the Master;
implying, on their own, each are wild;
and in need of a personal pastor.

Some have taken it almost a threat;
if anything’s wrong; they’re to blame;
leaving many parents, living in

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