Living The Dream
How do we characterize life today;
is it a river, flowing; or a stream;
some believe we’re actors; in a play:
others think we’re living the dream;
Consciousness sees an outside kingdom;
a masterpiece designed for exploration;
transformed, into a demonic feifdom;
with demons in
God’s Hologram
Flowers of life, from a garden above;
with the tree of life in its midst;
filled with glorious leaves of love;
God’s children of glory, kissed.
Heaven; the kingdom of perfect thought;
Consciousness; created life’s story;
where righteousness was eternally taught;
where dwelt the King
For God Alone
I feel such love; welling up, inside;
my thoughts have been overrun;
the enormity of it; diminishes pride;
anticipating what’s yet to come.
For enemies; I feel only compassion;
knowing all the guilt that they have;
their love; they felt they must ration;
may forgiveness be
Destiny’s Clock
In the essence of time; all things become;
as tho everthing is contemporaneous;
all energy of consciousness; came from one;
the creation of life was spontaneous.
Creation occurred; like winding a clock;
then time, itself, was set in motion;
the creation, begun; would never stop;
eternity evolved
Conflicting Thoughts
I’m ready to begin another new day;
in the mysterious jungle of life;
hoping the Master will show the way;
to deal with my sorrows and strife.
Tho the Master’s agenda remains hidden;
I still have some thoughts of my own;
a few of my thoughts
The Touch Of A Woman
Age has taught me so much about sorrow;
I find myself in need of a crutch;
something that keeps me alive tomorrow;
I feel the need of a woman’s touch.
We speak of differences; like sex or gender;
some think they don’t mean
The Song Of Life
Life is pure music to the Master’s ears;
its sonata is beauty without rival;
with the thunder of cymbols life appears;
its a symphony, called a life cycle.
Music lends its sound to the beauty of creation;
without it; life is but a stoic picture;
Woman Of A Thousand Dreams
For this entire lifetime; I’ve been in love;
with a woman; whose name I don’t know;
her personality, fit mine like a glove;
together we were destined to grow.
She was the woman, of a thousand faces;
one which blended with all situations;
