Eternity is a circular energy path;
for only a circle has no ending;
all you need do, is follow the math;
it keeps coming back to beginning.
Imagine it all, an invisible cloud;
comprised of all information.
All thoughts, are, within it, allowed;
from all eternity’s foundation.
The universe
…We think we face an exterior entity;
an outside world by reality defined;
one specifically crafted by divinity;
a work of the Master’s creative mind.
Have we forgotten what we were told;
that we’re made in the Master’s image;
do memories grow dim as we grow old;
What, in a name, suggests significance;
setting individuals apart;
all are one, implies we’re ubiquitous;
snowflakes; come from one heart.
Why give each snowflake a name;
tho each is uniquely made;
after all; they all are the same;
differences, merely charade.
Angels are words, given, living beings;
did they
We oft speak of where legs will carry;
as tho physical motion has relevance;
we endlesslly talk, till we grow wary;
tho usually lacking in eloquence.
We frequentlly say what’s on our mind;
as tho the mind has a physical place;
for it’s by location, all things are
Are dreams the illusions of the minds;
or a form of, within mind, travels;
do they reflect how thought unwinds;
or consciousness unravels?
Do we pinch, to see if we’re dreaming;
is that the test to see what’s real;
or is consciousness, itself, scheming;
what we think, is
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
…Waves of life, splash onto the shore;
carrying thoughts onto life’s stage;
death washes them out, to return once more;
once again; to a new life, engage.
The winds of energy and waves of being;
the two types of life that exists;
while the waves are life that is
There’s an explanation for all of history;
the place that all matter calls home;
a clarification of all life’s mystery;
life is a consciousness palindrome.
Our thoughts can carry us anywhere;
for distance doesn’t really exist;
mere thinking will transport us there;
to wherever each thought persists.
