What's In A Name ?

What, in a name, suggests significance;
setting individuals apart;
all are one, implies we’re ubiquitous;
snowflakes; come from one heart.

Why give each snowflake a name;
tho each is uniquely made;
after all; they all are the same;
differences, merely charade.

Angels are words, given, living beings;
did they

Where The Mind Takes You

We oft speak of where legs will carry;
as tho physical motion has relevance;
we endlesslly talk, till we grow wary;
tho usually lacking in eloquence.

We frequentlly say what’s on our mind;
as tho the mind has a physical place;
for it’s by location, all things are

Not What You Think It Is

Are dreams the illusions of the minds;
or a form of, within mind, travels;
do they reflect how thought unwinds;
or consciousness unravels?

Do we pinch, to see if we’re dreaming;
is that the test to see what’s real;
or is consciousness, itself, scheming;
what we think, is

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

The Ocean's Abundance

Waves of life, splash onto the shore;
carrying thoughts onto life’s stage;
death washes them out, to return once more;
once again;  to a new life, engage.

The winds of energy and waves of being;
the two types of life that exists;
while the waves are life that is

The Palindrome

There’s an explanation for all of history;
the place that all matter calls home;
a clarification of all life’s mystery;
life is a consciousness palindrome.

Our thoughts can carry us anywhere;
for distance doesn’t really exist;
mere thinking will transport us there;
to wherever each thought persists.

The Mist

I’ve transitioned from conventionality;
by a form of energy, been kissed;
my very being; become new reality;
like the dew on the grass, or a mist.

I feel my reality keep shifting;
the face that you see; not me inside;
meanwhile, I find my thoughts lifting;
to higher consciousness;

Imprisoned Will

Your will is the essence of all you imbue;
asserting, all you think, see, and feel;
the internal blueprint of all that is you;
that, which, lays claim you’re real.

Your will is at the very core of the soul;
over such, even death holds no power;
a sense

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