The Author

The Author

Who wrote the script of a play called life;
made up the character known as me;
in advance, made choices; even my wife;
of all that I was born to be?

We think we all enter, a totally blank slate;
with none of the decisions already made;
destiny

The Anatomy Of Life

The Anatomy Of Life

What are the parts of the fabric of life;
the hands and feet of reality;
those which react to conflicts and strife;
is all of creation a duality?

Some are given intellect; are very smart;
others; given strength, and power;
a few are blessed with a

Sensitivity

Sensitivity

Each person living has a unique proclivity;
taking them wherever they need go;
each, been given a measure of sensitivity;
depending upon what’s needed to grow.

Some become sensitive to what others need;
love neath the surface, becomes their guide;
others become subtlely motivated by greed;
placing all

My Prayer Is For Others

My Prayer Is For Others

Today, my prayer’s for all others;
for, limitless is their need;
so many of my sisters and brothers;
need love, in order to believe.

I’ve already fallen from the mountain;
my body, dashed on rocks below;
washed by tears from God’s fountain;

Non Locality

Non Locality

Many theories exist; to explain reality;
most of which, few understand;
a most interesting concept is non locality;
space wasn’t a place to expand.

Most think we’re running out of space;
even though space isn’t there;
our dreams should; such thoughts, erase;
by revealing there

Fragile

Fragile

I feel so weak, in great pain and helpless,
my body looks so old and broken down;
and, at the same time, I almost feel ageless;
my memories my mind wants to drown.

I scarcely believe that’s my face in the mirror;
is it true that its actually

Retribution

Retribution

Some people we meet, are easy to love;
while others, are easier to hate;
nevertheless; we have orders, from above;
we’re expected to learn to relate.

We’re only human; mistakes are expected;
in this kingdom, for as long as we live;
from the wages of sin; we

A Place Called Hell

A Place Called Hell

Many people think there’s a place called hell;
a separate realm of eternal punishment;
where evil people will permanently dwell;
in a form of eternal banishment.

But hell, itself, really occupies no space;
it’s an illusion conceived in the mind;
the redeemed shall rise

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