Let all of my words be Love;
an audible energy rainbow;
showered from the heavens above;
cascading, where needed to go.
May they carry the scent of a rose;
with the commoness of the grasses;
with all compassion propose;
raining love as each day passes.
May they spread the emotion
…It is the fuel that runs the steam engine of thought;
the consciousness that said, “Let there be light!”
It is inhaled mentally; not just taught;
Like the sun, it can make this world bright.
Its understanding and power bring on destruction;
wreaking havoc on all within sight;
and yet,
Like every journey, it began with thought;
nowhere else did it even exist;
creating for ourselves all things that ought;
from which all creations persist.
The term “journey” implies we travel;
but, where in our minds can we go;
reality’s truths begin to unravel;
when we realize that it
I awakened with nothing upon my mind;
a breeze of emptiness ran thru my soul;
I felt so alone; the world, undefined;
I needed somehow to be made whole.
Being alone is life’s greatest sorrow;
causing inexpressible pain;
knowing it stretches deep into tomorrow;
threatening forever, to reign.
Thoughts,
…I’ve lived a thousand lives or more;
in every conceivable way;
dreams and books; and peace and war;
during both night and day.
Each life I lived; was a symphony;
and I became its conductor;
some lives were lived in infamy;
with God as my instructor.
For how could
…I feel like a leaf, floating with ease;
well above solid ground;
carried, without purpose, by a breeze;
haplessness, my being, surround.
Life can’t be lived, devoid of purpose;
nothing is created, without Thought;
truth, finds itself, hiding neath surface;
most lives are not what they ought.
Nothing is
…I’m watching the sunrise of a beautiful day;
with nothing at all scheduled or planned;
figuring how I’ll make time go away;
for it’s simply supply and demand.
I’ve so many hours to get things done;
and a great many things left to do;
eventually those
My eyes flooded with joyful tears;
while watching a movie screen;
I’d not felt such joy for many years;
it was based on what I had seen.
How could I “feel” from pictures alone;
was happiness of others, contagious;
thoughts from others, to me, unknown;
seemed more than a
