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Footsteps

Many like to follow in another’s footsteps;
to determine where they should go;
they feel uncomfortable following precepts;
for there’s so little wisdom we know.

But footprints leave us to doubt their nobility;
what can be learned by footsteps, found?
We can tell virtually nothing about their ability;

Journey Of Lifetimes

Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.

Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.

The

Windows To The Soul

Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.

Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.

The

Surrounded By Life

Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.

Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.

The

Color My World

All of life began as an empty slate;
where all possible stories are written;
a veritable feast with an empty plate;
and nothing, on earth, was forbidden.

All new trees, devoid of their leaves;
the color of green; then introduced;
death, born; and then, all life grieves;
once dead, allowed

Arbitrary

Principles and reason have gone with the wind;
seems, they no longer exist;
personal opinions and mere whims descend;
while, goodbye to logic, is kissed.

They say, when older, we get more contrary;
and forgiveness, no longer lasts;
we’d much rather suffer a coronary;
than forget the wrongs of

From Infinity To Infancy

I didn’t start out life as a baby;
instead, I was energy’s intrusion;
not a matter of perhaps or maybe;
possessed of the Master’s infusion.

My origin was one of divine energy;
transformed, and become a seed;
converted by God’s omniscient synergy;
for love, was the

Memory Of One

I saw a familiar face yesterday;
one which I knew I’d seen before;
I don’t know if I’ll see it today;
but, I know I’ll see it once more.

Recognition is a gift I’ve been given;
familiarity has its own purpose;
to remembrance, I’m

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