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Love Universal

The soul is able to love all as one;
though the body never will;
dating back to since time has begun;
the soul never gets its fill.

Love is the sexual joining of two minds;
a permanant lasting bond persists;
since usually by physical, reality’s defined;
it’s as

Mind Travel

I thought of a day, many years ago;
events were so clear on my mind;
I found myself wanting to know;
how reality is truly defined.

Thoughts were not the same as sight;
in some ways they were more clear;
I could sense sadness and feel delight;
by viewing my

A Seed Of Love

Many attempt, their love to define;
with sweet scents and musical notes;
others use dinners followed by wine;
and most cleverly devised quotes.

Most, unaware how love is planted;
a seed, sown deep in the mind;
or how it can grow and is granted;
by such things, love is defined.

Nothing

There’s nothing quite like nothing;
nothing will ever be.
If I were to be nothing;
nothing would be like me.

But nothing’s a world all its own;
so is it nothing’s father;
or maybe it’s nothing’s home?
Don’t even figure; don’t bother.

Nothing

A Winter's Day

Sitting at the dinning room table,
so many winters ago;
it almost seemed a fable,
as I watched the falling snow.

For it was half a century of years
since that mid winters day;
with other memories, laughter, and tears,
to wipe that memory away.

But, nevertheless, it still existed,

A Valentine Gift

I lapsed into sleep; though still awake;
and reality’s being, hastily flashed on;
totally confused by reality’s mistake;
it seemed I had entered a new dawn.

I found myself in another place;
not quite realizing where I was;
somewhere, within thought’s space;
I had become there, just

A Paintbrush And Canvas

All of us strive for, and seek perfection;
we seek a good match in all we do;
In seeking a mate we want a connection;
what ever I like; you should like too.

We long for a love, very much like us;
each walking, in step, by the other;
if

An Island

An island in the midst of a limitless ocean,
is that which my soul seems to be;
separated from land by simple erosion;
while maintaining connection with me.

I’m not really land at all;
but I come from the very same dust.
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