No Matter What

Life is an empty canvas you paint;
at least that’s what some feel;
such thinking seems a bit quaint;
but, how do we know it’s real?

Others think life’s a book that we write;
but, isn’t that just more of the same;
we, who scarcely know

The Collage Of Life

All of life came out of an energy collage;
an intricate patchwork, made life’s birth;
God sent Light down, as a rainbow corsage;
promising, never again, to flood the earth.

Consciousness was the sum of God’s energy;
guarded by the Cherubim’s sword;
in a garden created by

What Is Truth

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One king asked the Master:  “What is truth?”
as a wild crowd clamored for death;
many sought the same answers from youth;
and , discover it, with their last breath.

Truth only applies in the kingdom above;
lies suffice, in the kingdom below;
all those who abide in the Master’

The Artist Unveiled

I am the artist of my own painting;
a self-portrait; most excellent, indeed;
I was taught, by the Master, reigning;
He, rather than I, saw its need.

The Master was unable to serve as example;
since, He is perfect, in every way;
my failures and weakness; more than ample;
that

Who Is ?

Who controls the floodgates of tears;
seeking to stem their rising tide;
and who is able to eliminate our fears;
whenever we’ve kept them inside?

Who gave us the sun, to brighten our day;
then hides it, so we can sleep all night?
Who is the one who asks

The Continuous Play

Mankind was given the ultimate voice;
would he choose love or power?
In the garden of God, he made his choice;
he’d prefer to be King; than a flower.

The fruit taken from the fobidden tree,
was rich in the seeds of pride;
he made the choice for you

The Choice

Mankind was given the ultimate voice;
would he choose love or power?
In the garden of God, he made his choice;
he’d prefer to be King; than a flower.

The fruit taken from the fobidden tree,
was rich in the seeds of pride;
he made the choice for you

Journey Of Lifetimes

Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.

Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.

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