MontyCaldwell

Confirming Reality

How can we know truth; what is to be;
where does the treasure of truth lie?
All I can really know, is that I am me;
on my consciousness; I can rely.

How can I know that forests have trees;
if by someone else, they’re defined;
can

A Shadow Of What Was

Most think we live in a physical reality;
governed by physical laws;
instead its a hologram depicting duality;
only a shadow of what was.

In heaven, truth, was a creation of the mind;
from thought; reality had sprung;
the prodigal, called man, left Eden behind;

Comeuppance

I’ve seen much in life; I just don’t understand;
evil people getting by with everything;
since all must live by the Master’s command;
what consequence does evil bring?

We’re told that virtue is its own reward;
and that only the good die young;
why can’

My Gift To Share Love

I clearly remember many days long ago;
long before the cell phone or pager;
days filled with sunshine, rain, and snow;
at the time, I was just a teenager.

There were many things; I didn’t know;
so I often deferred to another;
my mind

The Embers Of Time

We think of time as an immutable force;
that nothing can stop its wave;
time, itself, is as inscrutable as divorce;
created to challenge the brave.

Time has control over much of our life;
there are several clocks in each home;
a watch is worn by

The Same Heart

Do you love the man or woman of your choice;
or is it merely a matter of convenience;
does your partner’s whisper have love in their voice;
or is love a matter of expedience?

How deep is the love; that both of you share;
do you

Hidden Darkness

Why do so many have a fear of the dark;
when half of life occurs during night?
Daytime, to them, is like a walk in the park,
tho shadows of darkness, remain in sight.

Life was designed to remain a balance;
nighttime brings forth our fears;
growth and

Equilibrium

Life is a constant energy flow;
a surreal poetry in motion;
without motion; it couldn’t grow;
its ebb and flow is an ocean.

Balance is the fulcrum to reality;
tottering, it allows for chance;
the landscape soon ceases to be;
death invites all life to dance.

Nothing can