It’s all synchronicity, my dear one;
whether for worse or for better;
ever since all life had begun;
our souls are wedded together.
We are not all separate entities;
as we all supposed it to be;
instead, we’re forms of divinities;
servants to the Master; yet free.
It’
…Many often speak of the shadow of death;
but exactly what does it mean?
The soul will never experience last breath;
for death is but an illusive dream.
Only the body, both breathes and dies;
the soul, itself, is made of energy.
A soul cannot die; even should it try;
Do you know for certain that others exist;
perhaps, they’re only thoughts on the mind;
consider those senses of which you consist;
is it by them, that reality’s defined?
Neither of your eyes really see anything;
they only allow light to flow in;
So, just what is it,
How is it that thought becomes
a picture upon the mind:
words transformed to pictures;
with thoughts all left behind?
How do nothing but simple words,
fashion, brand new illusions?
Such is more than patently absurd;
pictures are thought’s conclusions.
The mind is not a picture show;
but it
I set out to create a perfect day;
for such is always my goal;
follow my Lord in every way;
for such is meant as my role.
But mind can be a cantankerous crank;
especially, in the midst of depression;
all of the positive thoughts go blank;
and the mind
Seems I’m spending my life; just waiting;
nothing at all, is going on;
spinning my wheels, pontificating;
all night, till break of dawn.
My words no longer carry much weight;
though my body certainly does;
no more do I take part in debate;
my words, no longer bring pause.
Why must we look over our shoulder;
looking back at yesterday?
We’ve all become a little bit older;
and now has become today.
Why is there an allure to the past;
when Summer’s already arrived;
sorrows and failures never last;
and, so far, we have survived.
Why linger
…Where have you gone, oh loves long last?
How quickly the present becomes the past.
And all those thoughts that I hold dear,
transformed into memories, a sob, a tear.
You left me here for a place called there.
In earth no more is found your lair.
This physical place,
