I’m looking out the window to Infinity;
and nothing is out there to see;
for, I am a part of the eternal Divinity;
all that I’m seeing is really me.
There exists One entirety; a singular Entity;
of which all reality has its own role;
such is the
Hello & Welcome to
The Cardboard Breadman
You may not believe that it’s true;
but, you’re inside; looking out;
take the time to think it through.
What is this reality about?
Perception’s merely a form of thought;
and thoughts are never the same;
a whirl of energies, to this, brought;
all in the Master’
Driving an empty country road;
engulfed by an emptiness within;
reality seemed almost to implode;
and I didn’t know where to begin.
The scenery was peaceful and serene;
but my mind was devoid of purpose;
through it’s midst, ran a flowing stream;
and life, seemed peaceful on its
It’s all synchronicity, my dear one;
whether for worse or for better;
ever since all life had begun;
our souls are wedded together.
We are not all separate entities;
as we all supposed it to be;
instead, we’re forms of divinities;
servants to the Master; yet free.
It’
…Many often speak of the shadow of death;
but exactly what does it mean?
The soul will never experience last breath;
for death is but an illusive dream.
Only the body, both breathes and dies;
the soul, itself, is made of energy.
A soul cannot die; even should it try;
Do you know for certain that others exist;
perhaps, they’re only thoughts on the mind;
consider those senses of which you consist;
is it by them, that reality’s defined?
Neither of your eyes really see anything;
they only allow light to flow in;
So, just what is it,
How is it that thought becomes
a picture upon the mind:
words transformed to pictures;
with thoughts all left behind?
How do nothing but simple words,
fashion, brand new illusions?
Such is more than patently absurd;
pictures are thought’s conclusions.
The mind is not a picture show;
but it
I set out to create a perfect day;
for such is always my goal;
follow my Lord in every way;
for such is meant as my role.
But mind can be a cantankerous crank;
especially, in the midst of depression;
all of the positive thoughts go blank;
and the mind