We think we’re merely asleep or awake;
a light switch turned off or on;
such thoughts are a reality mistake;
consciousness is never gone.
On some level, we’re always aware;
our mind is always traveling;
sometimes, here; other times, there;
but, never, is awareness unraveling.
Thought; is the
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Night is the color of despair;
where frustration grips our heart;
swimming in an ocean of air;
more than a lifetime apart.
Many we’ve loved in the past;
seems like a long time ago;
simply melted; couldn’t last
like that gently falling snow.
We have merely left them
…What is the process controlling thought;
determining what all we think about;
all that decides what all we ought;
and helps us figure it all out?
How are feelings determined each day;
that plan and order our reactions;
and how can our mind show us the way;
to judge the
Courage is a trait most desired;
everyone longs to be brave;
they want all others inspired;
by the way they choose to behave.
When a situation presents itself;
they all think they’ll spring into action;
they intend to jump down from the shelf;
ignoring any other distraction.
But the
…The Master planted His seed of thought;
very deep in the garden of life;
designed to grow and become what ought;
becoming both husband and wife.
His seed, as planted, contained perfection;
with provision for all we would need;
but within it all was a seed of rejection;
for it
Most view beauty as conventional;
physicality; what they think it to be.
True beauty is interdimensional;
far more, than what eyes can see;
Eyes can only see what we think;
for thought is reality’s everything;
energy, is the oxygen we drink;
giving sustenance to our king.
Beauty and Love
…It’s hard to imagine what’s beyond thought;
where the rainbow’s Light rays bend;
to find what original Consciousness brought;
an eternity beyond rainbow’s end.
For Light is the ultimate energy form;
one which we know so little about;
it creates, illuminates, and keeps us warm;
of
Stillness takes my breath away;
but music’s not much better;
it forces all that stillness to stay;
and memories remain forever.
Music soothes the savage breast;
for such is to be its role;
but it can’t pass survival’s test;
for it paralyzes the soul.
It leads the
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