The Depth Of Tears
Many have asked; “How deep is the ocean;”
as though the answer has relevance;
what does it have to do with time or motion;
their answers, always lack eloquence.
Their thoughts are premised upon physicality;
thinking everything has weight, and size;
but what is the size
One Step Above
Most think they live in a physical kingdom;
at least until an appointed time;
sent to live out their lifetime in freedom;
oblivious to the divine.
Physicality is merely an illusion of light;
very much akin to a dream;
where thoughts transitioned from night;
and consciousness, heard
Love Is
Love is the bond that holds all together;
connecting life to the divine;
an eternal link meant to last forever;
beyond all epochs of time.
Without love, the birds can’t take wing;
not even the eagles can fly;
love is the music the angels sing;
love won’
No One Would Miss Me
My journey through life is nearly over;
even tho, I know my soul lives on;
while my body decomposes in clover;
will others miss me; when I’m gone?
My life seems to be of little consequence;
it almost seems vain and petty;
most of
The Governance Of Man
In the beginning; God created heaven and earth;
at least; that’s what we’ve been told;
mankind has digressed from its time of birth;
and continues; as we grow old.
We make friends and enemies when we speak;
no thoughts are uttered in vain;
every
The Envy Of Pride
Life is engulfed in endless competition;
proving how our talents compare;
besting all others has become our mission;
as though others don’t care.
Yet, strangly enough, all others do care;
becoming puffed up with envy, inside;
success draws others to wish they’d be there;
Confirming Reality
How can we know truth; what is to be;
where does the treasure of truth lie?
All I can really know, is that I am me;
on my consciousness; I can rely.
How can I know that forests have trees;
if by someone else, they’re defined;
can
A Shadow Of What Was
Most think we live in a physical reality;
governed by physical laws;
instead its a hologram depicting duality;
only a shadow of what was.
In heaven, truth, was a creation of the mind;
from thought; reality had sprung;
the prodigal, called man, left Eden behind;
