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Each Day As The Last

Live each day, as if, the last;
let love be your goodbye;
only this persona has passed;
to soul, death doesn’t apply.

We’re here to build each other;
to strengthen love’s holy bond;
to build up sister and brother;
for future journeys, beyond.

It isn’t a

What's In A Word

What is contained within a word;
how is it that it holds such power?
It seems more than a bit absurd;
a word can become man or flower.

A word is the mode of transition;
the pearl derived from the clam.
A manner of material transmission;
such a Word, becoming

Eternal Life

Death casts his ominous shadow;
into the lower realm;
a threat he was willing to bestow;
knowing he stood at the helm.

His loyal subjects were there to serve;
at the throne of the god of death;
not knowing they were his hors d’oeuvre;
well beyond their last breath.

The Seed Of Life

A Seed of Life had always been there;
destined to become the Son of Man;
a garden metaphor became the where;
God commanded; and creation began.

From a thought the size of a mustard seed;
a visible universe came into being;
it was all the power the Master would need;

Duality

Ever suspected you’ve lived before;
that this isn’t your only time;
perhaps, you’ll even live once more;
your character, to refine.

Reality is an unbelievable complexity;
well beyond what we can imagine;
truths, the Master prevents, we see;
a reality, none can fathom.

We exist in two

Different

Understand, we are all very different;
no two are exactly alike;
even personalities are dissident;
some get along; and some fight.

Understand, it had to be that way;
no other circumstance would be fair;
imagine, arriving at work one day;
and discovering you’re already there.

No two fingerprints; exactly

Destiny vs Free Will

So you think your life’s about choice;
you can choose to do what you do?
But destiny has his very own voice;
views life much different than you.

Sometimes we hurry throughout the day;
destiny has a much slower gait;
we always want to have our own way;
but

Destiny

So you think your life’s about choice;
you can choose to do what you do?
But destiny has his very own voice;
views life much different than you.

Sometimes we hurry throughout the day;
destiny has a much slower gait;
we always want to have our own way;
but

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