We are, each of us, reality actors,
playing our roles on a stage;
coming to terms with all factors,
interchanging energies to engage.
Energies of thought created all;
devised by light force projection;
but, much of it we don’t recall;
so deep is this world’s deception.
Twenty years
…I felt my internal makeup, changing;
something happened I can’t explain;
thoughts of my soul; rearranging;
like being pelted by falling rain.
This “rain” was not even wet;
an energy; I don’t understand;
a higher realm of energy; beget;
adhering to Love’s demand.
I’d always felt
…All of this life is discovery;
finding out what we all are;
a part of it, spent in recovery;
but that only gets us so far.
We may think we’re all the same;
except, most are taller than you;
such thoughts do not deserve blame;
for we begin life
I once had a great love in my life;
one that would last forever;
I could envison her as my wife;
with nothing between us, ever.
But never was it meant to be;
we were too many years apart;
she was far too young for me;
so destiny withheld her
What kind of energy is information;
is it the foundation for thought?
Happy thoughts bring exultation;
a mixure of energies, brought.
Are information and emotions the same;
or do emotions measure intensity?
is embracing emotions arcane;
or, rather, a measure of density?
How is it that words can describe;
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We’ve heard of the calm before the storm;
that sign of peace that preceeds disaster;
perhaps our thinking is in need of reform;
we should consider the calm that comes after.
Storms consist of the challenges we’ve faced;
every one of them: a complete life disaster.
So, how
Reality to imagination; there’s disparity;
what you think; compared to feel;
it’s almost like reality has polarity;
what you see; compared to what’s real.
For how in this world is reality defined;
for seeing is not really believing;
what you see; is determined by mind;
the world
Most think flowers are matter;
they bloom and blossom in sight;
but love’s energy tends to flatter;
it’s a blooming flowering delight.
Most think love blooms one time;
and then, it’s destined to die;
leaving an empty place on the vine
to wither alone, and to cry.
