Birthed in perfection, we became proud;
seeking to enhance our growth of power;
joining evil, while wrapped in a shroud;
not allowing perfection to flower.
Often, dishonesty creeps into our midst;
bringing about a loss of trust;
some, like Judas, are frauds, we’ve kissed;
but love, isn’t replaced,
What precisely is consciousness;
and why does it come and go?
It’s a secret for science to address;
for nobody seems to know.
We think that it’s gone when we sleep;
but that isn’t true; it’s still there;
still serving it’s purpose; tho hidden, deep;
I am simply a workman plying my trades;
planning to gain the fruits of my labor;
seeking out truths; defying charades;
it’s the fruits of the mind that I savor.
It has oft been said, that we are what we eat;
and are affected by whatever work we do;
I am a unique, and solitary soul,
creating reality, each step I take;
I’ve been assigned a special role;
one, that I dare not forsake.
I’m given the Master’s words to share;
gently whispered upon my mind;
sips of His water for those who care;
of how
Is the horseshoe able to feel the pain,
administered by the blacksmith’s hammer;
or, does life, alone, sense loss or gain;
from all of life’s hardships or glamor?
Does the hurricane hurt, blowing down trees;
or drown in the the flood waters, ensuing;
is there a force that
Life is a toboggan ride down a steep hill;
while in the midst of a falling snow;
there is no doubt; life gives all a thrill;
in the end, there’s no place to go.
Where is the place, we can jump off;
as the winds threaten our health;
mindful
Light isn’t a switch that we turn on;
it is a much deeper concept;
not appearing till darkness is gone;
but, an everlasting precept.
The depth of vision is unseen by the eye;
it is only, by thought, defined;
it’s wisdom and knowledge, in disguise;
for all, by
The strangest thing, as I sit in my chair;
my mind has drifted much like a cloud;
my body is here; but my mind, over there;
my mind thinking thoughts, out loud.
I most normally walk, one step at a time;
while my thoughts are light-years away;
my mind drifts
