Who brought about all of life’s creation;
and how did its handyman begin?
Who took upon himself the obligation;
what mediums, did its Artist, work in?
Did life come about, all by itself;
converting its energies into being;
or was it created by a gnome or elf;
with all
I feel uniquely, and totally alive;
a deeper awareness of mind;
consciousness will always survive;
and, by it, life is defined.
We’re directly tethered to the Master;
His protective sphere, we live within;
unassailable, from any and all disaster;
He will fight all our battles, and win.
We accept
…The circle is created by an ebb and flow;
living waters are beached on life’s shore;
once on the beach, there’s no place to go;
waters must ebb; then return once more.
On the shores of life, a new dawn arises;
the tide of humanity comes rolling in;
Do there exist, different layers of reality;
realms overlapping, in the same space;
creating an internal-external duality;
with each world wearing a different face?
This multi-faceted kingdom of ancient lore;
is a mere figment, hatched in my mind;
a fantasy, I called Ichabod, may be the door;
where, by accident,
We live in a world of wonder and beauty;
as far as the eye can see;
gaining knowledge has become our duty;
discovering, how it came to be.
A world so complex; teeming with life;
didn’t come about by chance;
thoughts designing a kingdom of strife;
but, also of
I’m a solitary drop of water, in life’s river;
running the gauntlet of life;
I came from the mind of the perfect giver;
the origin of truth and light.
I’m meant as a gift for all who thirst;
for, I carry a drop of His truth, within;
Winds are thoughts; given velocity;
creating emotions within the mind;
sometimes, leading to pomposity;
seeking thoughts of a similar kind.
Some winds are physically destructive;
tornadoes and hurricanes of thought;
physical storms are most instructive;
physical illusions, of emotions brought.
Often, when seeds of love are sown,
they become planted
Death is deemed life’s mortal enemy;
many believe they’ll no more exist;
but death, is another form of energy;
not one we should fear, or resist.
Death is merely one of life’s seasons;
like spring, summer, or fall;
none of us knows all the reasons;
but, it
