Autumn Leaves

Some think that life’s a competition;
to separate good, better and best;
but life is truly a war of attrition;
dividing those who learn from the rest.

Life isn’t about whether we win or lose;
it’s far more complex than that.
Life is determined by the road

Attitude

Some think that life’s a competition;
to separate good, better and best;
but life is truly a war of attrition;
dividing those who learn from the rest.

Life isn’t about whether we win or lose;
it’s far more complex than that.
Life is determined by the road

A Seed Of Love

Many attempt, their love to define;
with sweet scents and musical notes;
others use dinners followed by wine;
and most cleverly devised quotes.

Most, unaware how love is planted;
a seed, sown deep in the mind;
or how it can grow and is granted;
by such things, love is defined.

And The Pendulum Swings

Making sense of what life is about;
gravity, to circumstance, brings;
waves; coming in; then flowing out;
and reality’s pendulum swings.

We think we can stem reality’s flow;
can change it’s directions, too.
Waves flow; then there’s no place to go;
they have to return to

Scars

My surgery left an ugly souvenier;
at least that’s what I thought;
but, instead it was a message; unclear;
of a lesson my soul has been taught.

We must escape this illusion we hold;
even though we know it will die;
to solve the mystery we must be bold;

The Library Of Knowledge

The Garden of Eden wasn’t a place;
it was more of a state of mind;
nothing within it occupied space;
it was Thought and God combined.

The entirety of knowledge existing;
the book of life for all humanity;
determination of God, insisting;
all this and much more is divinity.

The Assignment

I’m in this world on assignment;
I’m a part of the Master’s plan;
I often feel I’m in confinement;
and that’s how my life began.

I’m not here to build, or reform;
others can do both, quite fine;
nor to exhibit frustration, or scorn;

The Artist's Palette

The artist set up his palette with paint;
all the rainbow’s colors were there;
dabbing his brush, showing little restraint;
sending colors descending everywhere.

But more than paint; He also sent sound;
a crescendoing, thundering roar;
everywhere you could see;  all around;
with the finesse of a musical score.

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