Man is a multidimensional being;
his mind positioned in the clouds above;
when at home; he is all seeing;
and nourished with Wisdom and Love.
Awareness transformed to physicality;
he now faces severe limitations;
losing his upper world intellectuality;
while facing physical temptations.
Consciousness altered to the world below;
to
Life is comprised of many layers;
many chapters within it’s book
different stories in every chapter;
unusual twists that life took.
Yesterday walked into my life;
seems that it wanted to stay;
but I needed to focus on tomorrow;
for I know it’s coming my way.
I cannot
…Destiny is reality’s completed book;
not allowing any revisions;
errant thoughts; all were forsook;
for, thought, made all decisions.
Destiny was reality, infinitely completed;
its book was exchanged for a play;
only by death, were some things deleted;
and the stage of Light, became day.
Light cast down the
…Is beauty no more than a pretty face,
or a shape that pleases the eyes?
What if you could completely erase,
all physical things, you despise?
Where is it, that all beauty resides;
where did it all begin?
How is it that outward beauty hides;
all the truth that lies
I am the sculpter of yesterday;
the artist of the future to come;
a voice of a child you hear today;
I am all of them rolled into One.
I am a potential heir to the throne;
of a King who will never succumb;
and even though I may feel
The limited mind of the man, devises;
some cures of the ills, discovered.
Testing such cures, offer surprises;
an energy source is uncovered.
Some are healed, without man’s cure;
a great bane to the researcher’s ego;
lacking knowledge of something obscure;
they simply call it a placebo.
They
…It was the source of life; all being;
for it had all begun with the seed;
Consciousness was thought; not seeing;
fully able to supply for all need.
Thought created within His Mind;
within it; planted a seed;
from which would grow, His kind;
just as He had decreed.
From
…I used to think that yesterday’s gone;
but now, I believe I know better;
all our yesterdays, continue to live on;
like an old, worn, donated sweater.
Time is made up of unlimited dimensions;
a part of us continues, moving ahead;
retaining the past, is the Master’s intention;
