Energy Walking
I wish to pay tribute to the creation of life;
but I’m too limited to understand how;
energies converted, by the centrifuge of light;
to my Lord and Master, I bow.
Consciousness; an accumulation of diverse energy;
driven by the inexplicable power of thought;
only the I
In The Fullness Of Time
Time is a most mysterious element;
directing the unfolding of reality;
only in a physical world is it relevant;
dreams are a subtle form of neutrality.
A song speaks of capturing time in a bottle;
as tho its in need of confinement;
our main goal
Clutter
My thoughts and life seem in disarray;
disorganization has become a brother;
my very world on the brink of decay;
I am living and swimming in clutter.
I have great respect for those, organized;
for they always seem to get things done;
but, I’m organization, compromised;
and, clutter
World Of Dreams
Regarding those things that we hold dear;
life doesn’t match up with dreams;
just take a good look in life’s mirror;
for, nothing is, at all, like it seems.
Dreams are travels, without preparation;
where we don’t even go anyplace;
they’re not like
Chaos
Throughout all the throes of history;
puzzles become solved, when given;
consciousness is the great mystery;
and, to it’s foundation, we’re driven.
Chaos seems reality’s natural state;
disrupted by occasional dreams;
to such confusion; most can relate;
normalcy is not what it seems.
My life is
…The New Leaf
I’m the new growth in the Master’s creation;
lost in the midst of his infinite reality;
not likely to cause a big splash, or sensation;
tho giving evidence of creation’s duality.
By myself, I’m an example of insignificance;
a solitary leaf, falling on
Overwhelmed
Sometimes I experience information overload;
and there’s little, within it, I understand;
my thoughts feel as though they’re set to implode;
no longer feeling my mind in command.
I feel lonely, unloved, unwanted, and depressed;
struggling to find my way each day;
keeping my thoughts hidden and
A Walk With The Master
My mind is taking it’s daily stroll;
wandering thru a forest of thought;
the mind, is the voice of the soul,
and, it spoke of heresies brought.
Reality is full of truths, to uncover;
but the river of time flows thin;
so much the
