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The Quandary

The Quandary

All of reality is an immense puzzle;
everything; a state of perplexity;
my mind; a state of constant befuddle;
for reality, indeed, is a quandary.

We think we see everything clearly,
but it’s all a construct of mind;
we each hold this world so dearly;
without having

Friends

Friends

Friend is a title we often bandy about;
for people that we’ve only just met;
instead of ones we can’t live without;
those who, if gone, we’d truly regret.

To salesmen, a buyer is a lifelong friend;
no matter how little or much he buys;
such

Humble Pie

Humble Pie

Most, at some time, have eaten humble pie;
it has a bittersweet taste, to be sure;
when it’s served; we feel like we’ll die;
it’s intended as an arrogance, cure.

Circumstances, sometimes, lift us too high;
we’re no longer what we should be;
our

I Am The River Of Life

I Am The River Of Life

I am water from the river of life;
emptying into reality’s ocean;
fighting rapids of earthly strife;
embodying love’s devotion.

God didn’t always promise peace;
for such is destiny; not means;
but, he did speak of sweet release;
for all is

The Badge Of Humility

The Badge Of Humility

A smart man, who, when asked, how he was doing;
replied, “Better than I deserve.”
Taking into account, how his wealth was accruing;
I was taken aback by his nerve.

Strangely, I took it as a unique form of boasting;
indicative of a prideful form of

Soul Agenda

Soul Agenda

All souls, created, have a purpose;
seldom does one, know what it is;
it’s usually hidden, neath the surface;
only the Master knows; it’s his.

A Great Artist, creates for a reason;
whether working in marble or oils;
applying mediums, according to season;
to each creator,

Snapshots

Snapshots

Snapshots;  glimpses of reality;
these photographs have no end;
hints of a material duality;
for reality is more of a blend.

A picture has no way to breathe;
you’ll never see it inhale;
energy within us; we cannot conceive;
is hiding behind a veil.

For snapshots display no

Sliding Downhill

Sliding Downhill

I’m riding my sled down a steep hill of snow;
from a distant childhood memory;
ever growing faster, the farther I go;
my thoughts are almost sensory.

I know, from memory, when I reach the end;
my father will still be there;
no matter how recklessly, I

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