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The Truth Of Faith

The Truth Of Faith

When Young, I was taught to seek truth;
it was beyond what I could conceive;
it was difficult to find convincing proof;
I had to gain faith, to believe.

Truth was considered definitive and reliable;
but many were unwilling to relate;
that there was a God;

Nightmare

Nightmare

I learned a deeper lesson of reality;
last night, in the midst of sleep;
thought took me, where I needed to be;
reality took a quantum leap.

I leaped off the pages of my book of life;
and onto the pages of another;
the stench of reality cut like

What Color Is The Sky ?

What Color Is The Sky?

A young man asked, “What color is the sky?”
It seemed as tho he was giving me a test.
I surveyed my thoughts, before giving reply;
lest his question be merely a jest.

I answered him:  “The sky is completely colorless!”
But my answer refused

The Roots Of Sympathy

The Roots Of Sympathy

What causes feelings of compassion and empathy;
where, from within, do they seem to arise;
especially when, for enemies, you have sympathy;
much to your heartfelt surprise?

Sympathy is feeling sadness over one’s situation;
true compassion, from higher natures, come;
empathy is deeper thoughts, connected

The Death Of Civility

The Death Of Civility

When I was young there existed civility;
where people tried to get along together;
in general there was peace and tranquility;
but now; it all seems gone, forever.

Life was good; people helped neighbors;
till corruption and greed flowed in;
poisons in life; come in many

Metaphors Of Life

Metaphors Of Life

Metaphors are reality; pictures of thought;
one thought corresponding to another;
from an upper world to a lower one brought;
the illusion becomes thought’s brother.

A living example of each life is the rose;
it’s planted; blossoms; then dies;
basking in the sunshine; it steadily

Born To Be Love

Born To Be Love

When we’re young; we keep looking ahead;
we foresee our youth as a barrier;
few even conceive that all become dead;
even our family’s pet terrier.

The thoughts of such; our mind cannot take;
it’s a future beyond what eyes can see;
it’

War Of The Minds

War Of The Minds

Conflict never begins with words;
it starts from thoughts, within;
two minds conflict; without swords;
that’s how all battles begin.

No two people are exactly the same;
their fingerprints don’t even match;
one may think another is to blame;
but, all are a part

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