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Buried Treasures

Treasures, are seldom found in the open;
if left there; they’d never remain;
those, left to be found, would be token;
with all the others, taken for gain.

Treasures come in all shapes and sizes;
some are personal gifts of the soul;
others, analytical thoughts or surmises;
some gifts

A Gentle Breeze

While walking through a meadow of tall grass;
a gentle breeze brushed the side of my face;
I could feel the gentleness as the wind passed;
as the Master; the wind, had displaced.

The dreamworld doesn’t posess such a feeling;
we can only experience whatever we think;
but in

A Book's Cover

We shouldn’t judge a book by its cover;
at least that’s what a wise man once said;
like mistaking a casual friend for a lover;
we should judge what’s inside it, instead.

All thru our lives we’re beguiled by wrappings;
complexities and complications lie within;
we

A Ghost Called Memory

We march through life, so oblivious;
thinking that everything matters;
yet, the truth is somewhat incidious;
our fragile existance, it shatters.

We dwell in a sense of permanence;
thinking this life won’t end;
gaining comfort from our ignorance;
then hoping another will begin.

Many believe, as they leave death’

A Life Nothing Can Kill

There is an energy from whence it may come;
that creates eternal life, on demand;
a power generated by the Omnipotent One;
its mere wish, becomes a command.

Consciousness is the eternal energy;
capable of morphing into anything;
combining into forms of synergy;
with no limit to what thought can

Only Be

If I could take your pain away;
for only just a while;
if, with the Master, I held sway;
to cause your face to smile;

If I only held power over peace;
and, like a cloud, it’d descend;
within the soul all tension released;
and such peace would never

Old Roads Forgotten

Too many sunsets, time laid waste;
and many a sunrise too;
so much of our life, evaporates;
just like the morning dew.

Many are the roads we’ve traveled;
even more, the ones we’ve missed;
often the fiber of life gets unraveled;
too many opportunities, dismissed.

Some say hindsight

Page Turner

If all of life was planned as a book;
surely it was meant to be exciting;
whether born entrepreneur or crook;
I had quite a challenge, deciding.

I wanted to find something to learn;
but discovered I was a slow learner;
it required time; but I had time to burn;

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