The mere thought is very negative;
and it’s universally so;
that we may become vegetative;
before it’s time to go.
Much like plants, we live by seasons;
or, so it is, we’re told;
each time of life, has its reasons;
even, growing old.
In infancy, we’re
…We were created as a form of energy;
sharing beauty and love was our role;
capable of being what we want to be;
for, were are the man; the soul.
We are flowers; planted amongst weeds;
our fragrant beauty, blowing in the wind;
the stalks, grown out of mere seeds;
How can mere thoughts become erotic;
causing emotional upheaval within;
thoughts being words, may seem exotic;
though where does exotic begin?
Thoughts and feelings may seem the same;
but such isn’t, always, entirely true;
feelings, sometimes, may get thought’s blame;
but thoughts can be feelings, too.
What’s
…Lately, I feel myself slowly fading;
the material me will soon be gone;
a weariness inside; tired of waiting;
tho, the energy me, shall live on.
But that energy inside seems shifting;
seeking entry, inside another realm;
like a summer cloud, lazily drifting;
imbued with love, from One at the
Birth is the dawn of enduring Light;
bringing forth a brand new day;
a fresh reality, overcomes the night;
Light’s illusions providing the way.
The day holds court for a season;
and the dread of night, dispelled.
Then, for some purpose or reason;
that day; by the night, is
In a garden above; in the heavenly realm;
the Master sits on His throne;
with the King of kings at the ship’s helm;
a world of Thought, all alone.
The only reality there has ever been;
the kingdom of Thought and Love;
an illusion cast down; another to begin;
Treasures, are seldom found in the open;
if left there; they’d never remain;
those, left to be found, would be token;
with all the others, taken for gain.
Treasures come in all shapes and sizes;
some are personal gifts of the soul;
others, analytical thoughts or surmises;
some gifts
While walking through a meadow of tall grass;
a gentle breeze brushed the side of my face;
I could feel the gentleness as the wind passed;
as the Master; the wind, had displaced.
The dreamworld doesn’t posess such a feeling;
we can only experience whatever we think;
but in
