Structures Of The Mind

Structures Of The Mind

The cities are filled with buildings and streets;
the countryside; with growths of all kind;
everything; where all forms of reality meets;
all of them; structures of the mind.

All would agree that the mind conceives much;
design, from thoughts, precede construction;
though all things contain

Rays Of Light

Rays Of Light

The sunrise cast down its rays of light;
warming and nurturing the earth;
a picture of the Master casting out life;
away from its garden of birth.

Tho we may think of sunshine as life giving;
it’s a picture of life; cast from its source;
for

Tears Never Lie

Tears Never Lie

There are many ways to communicate;
in order to give thoughts a voice;
but, some of those ways manipulate;
if deception becomes a choice.

Emotions are undefined by mere words;
not reflecting a mind’s true intentions;
words are sometimes, thoughts slurred;
our imagination’s inventions.

And

Unloved

Unloved

Many times in my life; I felt all alone;
it seemed such an empty feeling;
almost as though I had lost my home;
a lack of love sent me reeling.

Love is the essence; the purpose of life;
emptiness comes, with its passing;
such as the loss of a

The Caricature

The   Caricature

He slowly hobbled down the aisle of the store;
a walking stick lending support;
and when it seemed he could go no more,
he responded with a timely retort.

For all those around him, knew him well;
were surprised that he just kept on going;
how long he

The Cloister Called Earth

The Cloister Called Earth

Life is the culmination of evil and good;
we’re destined to experience both;
our purpose of being; not often understood;
we cannot live, without growth.

Life was created in two dimensions, together;
awareness; focused on one at a time;
destined to transition, and live on,

The Breath Of God

The Breath Of God

The breath of God held a special power;
casting down life from heaven above;
converting a mere seed to a living flower;
enhanced through His power of Love.

For what the Master breathed out;
wasn’t the oxygen we breathe in;
He’d removed all spector

The Calm Within The Storm

The Calm Within The Storm

Every life is a storm of turbulance;
full of swirling winds and sound;
laden with unending restlessness;
laying waste; appearing hellbound.

Life is born of purpose and consequence;
not meant as a peaceful vignette;
not governed merely by circumstance;
birthed through sorrow and regret.

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