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Seeds Of Love

All seeds began as mere kernels of thought;
the beginings of all life’s productions;
bringing forth, what the Master wrought;
infused with the Master’s instructions.

From seeds, a kingdom of plants began;
then, all animals of every kind.
From a seed of the dust, was created a man;

Consciousness Is A Mist

Consciousness is an awareness mist;
the great undiscovered energy;
usually ignored and largely dismissed;
none can explain, what it could be.

Consciousness; devoid of size or shape;
invisible and odorless as well;
can think, calculate, and create;
it is the mind; as best we can tell.

Consciousness is the fountain

Shopping For A Ghost

I was tired of having no place to go;
being all alone, carries its cost;
it was wintertime; and I loved snow;
just sitting at home; I was lost.

I was shopping alone; nothing to buy;
trying to find, something to fit;
but, there was nothing my size, to try;

Feet Of Clay

Man was fashioned from the dust;
and, as dust, I was destined to stay;
it’s required, that, in God I’ll trust;
for, I only have feet made of clay.

Throughout life, I began to mature;
but failures oft stood in my path;
for the things of life that

Wisdom's Answers

I know so little; yet I know so much;
for wisdom, I need not confide;
my own choices, seem out of touch;
for, my wisdom is hidden, inside.

The Wisdom, within, is inconceivable;
no answers are beyond its reach;
the knowledge, contained; unbelievable;
maintaining the power to teach.

Our souls

Nothing Is Free

Everything, in life, comes with a cost;
for nothing in life is free;
something’s gained; something’s lost;
that’s how things happen to be.

I’ve heard it said, the best things are free;
obviously refering to love and affection;
and though it seems that’s true; you

Nothing Is Static

Nothing in the universe is static;
all, perpetually changing;
reality, itself, is consistently erratic
all of being, rearranging;

Eternal stability comes thru motion;
a thought, needs a place to go;
similar to the waves from an ocean;
thoughts require, an ebb and flow.

We think of time, as standing still;

Life's A Symphony

Cymbals clash, signaling the birth;
as the symphony, called life, begins;
the orchestra hovered, above the earth;
and the heavenly music descends.

The thoughts of life were sounded above;
its fragrant scents, descended below;
Eden was the garden of power and love;
earth; where man was destined to go.

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