Soul Agenda

Soul Agenda

All souls, created, have a purpose;
seldom does one, know what it is;
it’s usually hidden, neath the surface;
only the Master knows; it’s his.

A Great Artist, creates for a reason;
whether working in marble or oils;
applying mediums, according to season;
to each creator,

Snapshots

Snapshots

Snapshots;  glimpses of reality;
these photographs have no end;
hints of a material duality;
for reality is more of a blend.

A picture has no way to breathe;
you’ll never see it inhale;
energy within us; we cannot conceive;
is hiding behind a veil.

For snapshots display no

Sliding Downhill

Sliding Downhill

I’m riding my sled down a steep hill of snow;
from a distant childhood memory;
ever growing faster, the farther I go;
my thoughts are almost sensory.

I know, from memory, when I reach the end;
my father will still be there;
no matter how recklessly, I

Snowflakes Of Winter

Snowflakes Of Winter

Snowflakes are beautiful as everyone knows;
metaphors of good from the world of thought;
they cover with beauty, the landscape below;
as an example of what beauty brought.

Snow formed a canopy over the ugliness, below;
frozen tears, falling, to cover the ground;
earth’s evil and

Meeting Of The Minds

Meeting Of The Minds

I looked intently into blue eyes;
clearly windows to the mind;
the body shell; an invented disguise;
concealing a soul, God designed.

For I was meeting a consciousness;
an internal energy being;
beyond the eyes was mindfulness;
more than hearing and seeing.

Blue eyes flashed; a

Love's Images

Love’s Images

Driving home, my mind took a detour;
thoughts became some other place;
the road, ahead, had become obscure;
my attention, captured by a face.

I couldn’t actually see such a face;
it was merely a thought on my mind;
it was more of a shadow or

Shrouded In Mystery

Shrouded In Mystery

What is this substance we call reality;
is it bricks and mortar; flesh and bone?
Will its existence, desolve into finality;
or, is it a home for God, alone?

Does a physical universe really exist;
always been; devoid of beginning?
As, so many among us, often persist;

Shadow Of Self

Shadow Of Self

Shade is caused when something blocks light;
creating the darkness, of a shadow;
that darkness translates to a form of night;
appearing as a shadowy meadow.

Shade is a form of diminished reality;
blocking the very Light of day;
Light shining through, restores normality;
guiding our path;

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