Chaos
Throughout all the throes of history;
puzzles become solved, when given;
consciousness is the great mystery;
and, to it’s foundation, we’re driven.
Chaos seems reality’s natural state;
disrupted by occasional dreams;
to such confusion; most can relate;
normalcy is not what it seems.
My life is
…The New Leaf
I’m the new growth in the Master’s creation;
lost in the midst of his infinite reality;
not likely to cause a big splash, or sensation;
tho giving evidence of creation’s duality.
By myself, I’m an example of insignificance;
a solitary leaf, falling on
Overwhelmed
Sometimes I experience information overload;
and there’s little, within it, I understand;
my thoughts feel as though they’re set to implode;
no longer feeling my mind in command.
I feel lonely, unloved, unwanted, and depressed;
struggling to find my way each day;
keeping my thoughts hidden and
A Walk With The Master
My mind is taking it’s daily stroll;
wandering thru a forest of thought;
the mind, is the voice of the soul,
and, it spoke of heresies brought.
Reality is full of truths, to uncover;
but the river of time flows thin;
so much the
The Fruit Of Greed
When planted, the seed was perfection;
considered, by the Master as best;
no signs, within, of potential defection;
much closer to God than the rest.
Created to become a being of Light;
positioned beside the Omnipotent One;
a living seed, birthed the dark of Night;
and
The Garden Path
I’m walking down a garden path;
with my vision, distracted below;
suddenly, I’m drawn to laugh;
as I imagine the drifting snow.
I find myself entrenched in two worlds;
wondering, which one is me;
one I think; or the illusion unfurled;
for that’s the
The Gift Of Loneliness
I’ve been given the gift of being alone;
obviously, not one, I’ve selected;
a family of one, hardly makes it a home;
no fellowship, inside, is detected.
“It’s not good for man to be alone,”
or, so I’ve been told, the Master
The Gentleman Who
What is it about riches and fame;
that draws us, like flies to a meal;
what about a reputation or name;
can they, true character, reveal?
I’d like to be known as who I am;
not, who I long to become;
for I am a life,
