I’m watching the sunrise of a beautiful day;
with nothing at all scheduled or planned;
figuring how I’ll make time go away;
for it’s simply supply and demand.
I’ve so many hours to get things done;
and a great many things left to do;
eventually those
My eyes flooded with joyful tears;
while watching a movie screen;
I’d not felt such joy for many years;
it was based on what I had seen.
How could I “feel” from pictures alone;
was happiness of others, contagious;
thoughts from others, to me, unknown;
seemed more than a
We all love to gaze upon beauty;
wherever we find it to be;
we almost consider it our duty;
but it’s usually about what we see.
Why must vision set the parameters;
of what all beauty must be;
heights; shapes; and diameters;
are all that the eyes can see.
“For God so loved the World;”
exactly what does that mean?
This kingdom is His thoughts unfurled;
and includes both seen and unseen.
For all of Reality is just an illusion;
His thoughts; a material projection.
Sensible thought brings this conclusion;
this World is Reality’s reflection.
The Kingdom above
…Everything done is through His synergy;
for all actions I take; He accepts blame;
we’re One in the Consciousness energy;
for Love and all Life are the Same.
Emotions and feelings are matter, folded
and matter is energy compressed;
energy can become souls when molded;
and then, into matter,
I am this conscious energy mist;
floating and moving about;
a separate entity; by God I’m kissed;
I am me; there is no doubt.
But, what is this thing called me;
where have I been; where am I going?
A particle of thought; I seem to be;
from a
I am the period at the end of a sentence;
a comma on the one millionth page.
How does punctuation require repentance;
and I, in the book of life, engage?
I am but a single grain of sand,
amongst the trillions on beaches.
Can such a grain answer demand;
how
God’s eye is on the sparrow; exactly what does it mean?
For he is comprised of spirit; with no eyes or ears be seen.
And how did he create; without a blueprint or plan;
no storehouse of materials; no hammer in hand?
The only road that’s without end,
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