Woman Of God

Woman is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be her name;
her very existence, is hour to hour;
and her beauty, is more of the same.

Such delicate beauty, by God employed;
was all destined to love and bond;
by storms of life, were flowers destroyed;
but their beauty and

Why Is ?

Why is happiness an unreachable star;
where do all the flaws begin;
why must there be a near and far;
and why is there fat and thin?

Why cannot happiness remain supreme;
why must tragedies begin;
can’t we just live the life of our dream;
must sorrows always butt

Riding The Waves

I’m riding the waves on the ocean of being;
but, there isn’t any water involved;
much like if I were to be downhill skiing;
and, to snow, that water resolved.

These are waves that energy has brought;
and I’m riding them on my mind;
seeking a reality

Wrinkles

Often defined, a line, or crease in the skin;
indicating the onset of advanced aging;
or, sometimes; a furrowed brow may begin;
to suggest that your mind is engaging.

Whichever the case; one thing is quite sure;
when wrinkles, to your face, have come;
a fact we must face, and

Soul Reality

We’re often obsessed with our appearance;
physical traits of strength and beauty;
considerations of complete insignificance;
in dereliction of all of our duty.

Our physical bodies are Light illusions;
three dimensional moving pictures;
the mind will lead to truth’s conclusions;
we are not at all physical fixtures;

The

Seeds Of Love

All seeds began as mere kernels of thought;
the beginings of all life’s productions;
bringing forth, what the Master wrought;
infused with the Master’s instructions.

From seeds, a kingdom of plants began;
then, all animals of every kind.
From a seed of the dust, was created a man;

Consciousness Is A Mist

Consciousness is an awareness mist;
the great undiscovered energy;
usually ignored and largely dismissed;
none can explain, what it could be.

Consciousness; devoid of size or shape;
invisible and odorless as well;
can think, calculate, and create;
it is the mind; as best we can tell.

Consciousness is the fountain

Shopping For A Ghost

I was tired of having no place to go;
being all alone, carries its cost;
it was wintertime; and I loved snow;
just sitting at home; I was lost.

I was shopping alone; nothing to buy;
trying to find, something to fit;
but, there was nothing my size, to try;

Close You've successfully subscribed to The Cardboard Breadman.
Close Great! You've successfully signed up.
Close Welcome back! You've successfully signed in.
Close Success! Your account is fully activated, you now have access to all content.