I am a unique, and solitary soul,
creating reality, each step I take;
I’ve been assigned a special role;
one, that I dare not forsake.
I’m given the Master’s words to share;
gently whispered upon my mind;
sips of His water for those who care;
of how
I am a unique, and solitary soul,
creating reality, each step I take;
I’ve been assigned a special role;
one, that I dare not forsake.
I’m given the Master’s words to share;
gently whispered upon my mind;
sips of His water for those who care;
of how
Is the horseshoe able to feel the pain,
administered by the blacksmith’s hammer;
or, does life, alone, sense loss or gain;
from all of life’s hardships or glamor?
Does the hurricane hurt, blowing down trees;
or drown in the the flood waters, ensuing;
is there a force that
Life is a toboggan ride down a steep hill;
while in the midst of a falling snow;
there is no doubt; life gives all a thrill;
in the end, there’s no place to go.
Where is the place, we can jump off;
as the winds threaten our health;
mindful
Light isn’t a switch that we turn on;
it is a much deeper concept;
not appearing till darkness is gone;
but, an everlasting precept.
The depth of vision is unseen by the eye;
it is only, by thought, defined;
it’s wisdom and knowledge, in disguise;
for all, by
The strangest thing, as I sit in my chair;
my mind has drifted much like a cloud;
my body is here; but my mind, over there;
my mind thinking thoughts, out loud.
I most normally walk, one step at a time;
while my thoughts are light-years away;
my mind drifts
Who brought about all of life’s creation;
and how did its handyman begin?
Who took upon himself the obligation;
what mediums, did its Artist, work in?
Did life come about, all by itself;
converting its energies into being;
or was it created by a gnome or elf;
with all
I feel uniquely, and totally alive;
a deeper awareness of mind;
consciousness will always survive;
and, by it, life is defined.
We’re directly tethered to the Master;
His protective sphere, we live within;
unassailable, from any and all disaster;
He will fight all our battles, and win.
We accept
…The circle is created by an ebb and flow;
living waters are beached on life’s shore;
once on the beach, there’s no place to go;
waters must ebb; then return once more.
On the shores of life, a new dawn arises;
the tide of humanity comes rolling in;