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Universal Consciousness

Awareness is all about being;
creating all that we feel;
and though its present seems fleeting;
its past seems sad and surreal.

The future never existed;
all things have happened before;
though man has persisted;
he’ll always return for more.

The memories of love and yesterday,
nearly drive us

Unending Cycles

This world was created to end;
someday was a part of his plan;
twas an easy policy to defend;
considering the evils of man.

But how would it all take place;
considering how, composed;
by instituting time and space;
and sacrificing a perfect rose.

Time and space would limit;
all

Trust

Before all of our lives began;
we were not a part of a mold;
each given a plan, within;
one, our soul has been told.

All of us are each unique;
a plan was devised just for me
no others may even critique;
they know not what that plan may

The Wrong Gift

If I’d only been given an artist’s gift;
my paintings impresss every eye;
I’d have power;  other spirits to lift;
selling paintings, for which to die.

If I’d been given skills to catch a ball;
several touchdowns I’d score each game;
I would have the

Heaven

There is a place called tomorrow;
and we will all reach it someday;
on its wisdom we all can borrow;
for tomorrow was yesterday.

There is a future called yesterday;
and also; a today called tomorrow;
in heaven, yesterday will stay that way;
and today is the burial plot of

Hidden Treasures

We’ve blessings, we’ve yet to discover;
hidden very carefully; deeply within;
dimminished capacity; unable to uncover;
we don’t even know, where to begin.

Sometimes they’re hiding in plain sight;
we still  don’t know that they’re there;
we, who seldom know wrong from right;
cannot

The Winds Of Love

Winds are breezes of  feelings with power;
all meant to insult the mind;
some are sweet; with the scent of a flower;
while others; designed as unkind.

In a world of thoughts, they serve a purpose;
promting all minds to respond;
with more impact than words on the surface;
they

Persistence

When you’ve gone where others failed;
and still not known success.
Your useless anecdotes, regaled;
still helpless to impress.

Tears flooding down your face;
and failure clear in view;
appraising your own disgrace;
attempting something new.

The footsteps you’ve been following;
have, each one, run out;
and the

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