Is Thought the author of life’s book;
does he have its final say?
Maybe our eyes should take a look;
shouldn’t they have some sway?
If we can touch it; isn’t it real;
doesn’t touch answer the question?
We can’t describe it, from its feel;
Hello & Welcome to
The Cardboard Breadman
I recall when yesterday was tomorrow;
but, no longer wanted to stay;
so it picked up some luggage to borrow;
and traveled by train, to today.
When yesterday arrived at the station;
today was already gone;
he had left to go on a long vacation;
so yesterday simply moved on.
An energy force surrounds, completely;
enveloping the body; outside, and within;
not visible to most; to others, discretely;
a blueprint for our physical life to begin.
This energy is the true power that’s there;
creating the body was its first role;
and, all should become totally aware;
that Consciousness
“Don’t let your heart be troubled,”
wise words, from the Master’s lips;
our hearts are merely energy bubbles;
His wisdom was more than quips.
For the heart can’t be troubled, anyway;
for, within the body, a heart’s confined;
only with the physical, does it have sway;
I feel like someone’s tugging my sleeve;
gently urging me down life’s path;
I can feel it more when I’m sad, or grieve;
and, when I incur someone’s wrath.
When someone tells me a very sad story;
I feel an energy, tug on my heartstring;
at
Last night, I strolled down a forest road;
it was only a journey of the mind;
a flash of past memories, simply explode;
for, that’s how thoughts are designed.
Memories; scrapbooks of all things thought;
flow by; like cumulous clouds, above;
laying waste, to everything I’d wrought;
gently
Life is an empty canvas you paint;
at least that’s what some feel;
such thinking seems a bit quaint;
but, how do we know it’s real?
Others think life’s a book that we write;
but, isn’t that just more of the same;
we, who scarcely know
All of life came out of an energy collage;
an intricate patchwork, made life’s birth;
God sent Light down, as a rainbow corsage;
promising, never again, to flood the earth.
Consciousness was the sum of God’s energy;
guarded by the Cherubim’s sword;
in a garden created by