Sometimes we obsess over the valley of death;
fear takes us on a neverending ride;
the thought of taking our very last breath,
makes us seek, a knowledgable guide.
How can a valley of death bring us peace;
is the King of Glory in sight?
The place, God promises sweet
Laughter is the magic elixir;
soothing all the tensions, inside;
it’s the perfect energy fixer;
the smile, we attempt to hide.
Our smile is the only mask to wear;
establishing collegial bliss;
sending a signal of love and care;
a psychological kiss.
Laughter sends all anger scurrying;
you cannot
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
…We often think of love as an ocean;
something we all can fall in;
we’re rarely consumed with devotion;
tho that is where love needs begin.
Love may come in different incarnations;
many are drawn, by another’s beauty;
others bound, through divine supplications;
even some others, prompted by
I spent most of today in yesterday;
its thoughts came in as a storm;
my mind quickly shelved today;
tho my body couldn’t conform.
Yesterday was an adventure, lost;
its leaves had fallen from the tree;
though I’ll never be free of its cost;
nevertheless, it still captivates
Life is oft termed, a book, or production;
neither of which, tells what it’s about;
I’ve served my time; since my induction;
and now, I want to find the way out.
I remain in a constant state of penitance;
for any ill thoughts, I’ve ever performed;
but,
More crafty than other animals made;
the serpent is often given the blame;
coming before man, while on parade;
and “serpent” was his given name.
Immediately after given that name;
we’re told a suitable mate wasn’t found;
the serpent’s complicity was to blame;
and the man was
All of living, is within our thought;
what we are; is what we think;
reality, itself, is what we’re taught;
physical life is gone in a blink.
Does an outside world even exist;
how could we, for sure, ever tell?
A mind may tell that images persist;
can we
