Knowledge has its roots above;
in the garden of information;
where wisdom morphed to love;
in the home of all creation.
Knowledge is the Tree of Life;
a place where Thought is King;
Wisdom became Love’s wife;
creation’s King and Queen.
Knowledge created a flow of life;
from
We think truth is reality, external;
a world existing outside us;
but, truth is actually reality, internal;
a world existing within us.
We think truth is seen and heard;
that our senses control the mind;
but such ideas are simply absurd;
all senses by thought are defined.
Only light is
…Birth is but a dimensional door;
allowing that we enter within;
we’re drawn thru it; to explore;
and permit new life to begin.
We were living energy, before;
we didn’t come in as new life;
we’ve survived many an encore;
embracing adventures and strife.
The same door;
…I feel like I’ve lost the rose of my life,
but that isn’t really so.
For she reached full bloom in the garden,
and so it was time to go.
She endured many seasons of storms,
was windblown and pelted with rain.
But she graciously rose above it
What are the intricacies of sleep;
where does it begin and end;
is it a form of consciousness, deep;
or is it reality’s friend?
They claim our bodies require rest;
but, I never seem to get very much;
reality makes the bird’s favorite nest;
but dreams will do,
Reality carved a highway to infinity;
its length was just whatever it took;
for it was the byway of all divinity;
and opened the pages of Life’s book.
How high are mountains; how deep, the sea;
what are the parameters of the Master above?
They are immeasurable to one
Thought is Life’s basis; where it began;
a special blend of energy and Light;
the fundamental part of creation’s plan;
establishing the illusion of sight.
The mind; an infinite collection of knowledge;
infinite in structure, nature, and scope;
a thought world replica of a limitless college;
where mankind
I cannot seem to hold my tongue;
and I just don’t know why;
perhaps it’s that I’m high strung;
and will be, till I die.
Like boiling water, in a pot of tea;
thoughts expand; and must declare;
whatever’s severly pressuring me;
and my words go
