Exactly who is it, that we define as a fool;
does it relate to how much one knows;
or could it be that he’s thought as a tool;
because, what he’s told, is where he goes?
Fools are the two legged sheep in the pasture;
going wherever, or
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GOD
Poems about God
There are some who think life self created;
and we shouldn’t regard God as the tool;
totally lacking of logic, they’re satiated;
you might even claim they’re a fool.
Creation is an impossibly complex being;
placing us in a mindless mishap.
Could reality create without seeing;
pulling
All life poured out from the Master’s fountain;
resonating, from above, to below.
Consciousness is thought’s Holy Mountain;
from which living waters flow.
Thoughts became imaged, to what were to be;
and sound, as well, was heard by the mind;
whatever we thought; was what we could see;
She was never the center of attention;
others comfort was what she sought;
as though from another dimension;
it was unconditional love, she brought.
It seemed she was able, to only see good;
only the best in all others, were found;
somehow, it seems, only she understood;
a life will
It was a lifetime ago; or so it seemed;
places and people; no longer here;
a cloudy mist, as tho it’d been dreamed;
its very presence, become austere.
Maintaining an aura of energy sensitivity;
my thoughts became what I feel;
consciousness demonstrated no proclivity;
to separate a dream, from
To say, you can move mountains, is just a cliché;
it doesn’t refer to a physical mountain;
it reflects your determination; in another way;
for, we all get strength from God’s fountain.
Mountains are obstacles, created for a purpose;
all of them, designed, to be overcome;
requiring the
There’s a popular phrase: mind over matter;
indicative of the power of thought;
when it’s considered, all platitudes, shatter;
explaining how creation was wrought,
The creation of all we hear, see, and feel,
did not come about; as physical reality;
Thought surmised, all that becomes real;
a creation
Higher than the highest mountain;
deeper than the deepest sea;
water, from the purest fountain;
is God’s depth of love for me.
How can I, this great love, measure;
thru such jewels as rubies and gold;
to imagine such an endless treasure;
for mere trinkets; was willingly sold.
I
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