Live The Story

Always remember to live the story;
being faithful to your mission;
for your life was not intended as glory;
it’s to honor Love’s decision.

You must not live, seeking applause;
you must walk, avoiding pretense;
your very acts, must cause others pause;
but always avoid offense.

In all

Living Cycles

I felt the waves of sorrows ebb in;
and the waves of tears, flow out;
an example, how depression begins;
what the cycles of life are about.

How can joy, transform to sadness;
or sorrows, turn into joy?
It seems like a form of madness;
these cycles of life, employ.

Humility

Humility’s easy when weak and poor;
and you look to such splendor above;
though you often lust for much more;
it’s hard to imagine receiving Love.

When your life improves; you change;
your own self image is better;
your entire life will suddenly rearrange;
you’re no longer

Dream Reality

My stream of life has picked up debris;
for the riverbed is littered with trash;
I can’t find words to set myself free;
while my body’s dissolving to ash.

Words won’t come; the waters muddied;
mind is not thinking very clear;
no facts align; other options, not

Despair

My stream of life has picked up debris;
for the riverbed is littered with trash;
I can’t find words to set myself free;
while my body’s dissolving to ash.

Words won’t come; the waters muddied;
mind is not thinking very clear;
no facts align; other options, not

Emotions Bottled

We sometimes speak of emotions, bottled;
for it seems that we hold them inside;
eventually, to the point, tears are throttled;
not allowing our tears to confide.

Tears are the river of life, for emotions;
granting them the power to live;
repressing anger and guilt into oceans;
tears help us

Entangled Souls

It seems, we’ve left Thought behind;
kissing became a predominant role;
if true reality is Thought and its mind;
then, Love is entanglement of the soul.

All our souls are eternally connected;
an energy bond, will forever exist;
by the Master’s will, each is protected;
and the Master’

Exhaustion Is My Name

My physical body is very tired;
my energy body; the same;
much of my energy has expired;
exhaustion is now my name.

Physically, I’ve exceeded the max;
my energy level is lower;
how can I ever learn to relax;
It seems my purpose is over.

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