GOD

The Perfect Storm

I live in earth’s cycle of life and death;
life’s flow from morning to night;
constant change; sunrise to sunset;
spinning and returning to the light.

We think of life as a constant flow;
such thoughts, don’t make sense;
there’s so much that

The Dimensional Divide

I believe there are at least two dimensions;
there may be a great many more;
we all exist due to the Master’s intensions;
these two dimensions are at war.

The upper kingdom is the home of the creator;
from whom, all of life evolved;
the lower

How Do I Define Love?

I’m led to describe the meaning of love;
how can feelings, be put in a word;
feelings and passions, come from above;
defining love seems rather absurd.

Modern life has reduced love to a cliché;
often expressed; when not meant;
many lovers, separate; nearly

An Abnormality Called Me

Our world has become obsessed with normality;
defined by mathematical progressions;
variations are merely attributed to personality;
and status measured by possessions.

Although no two people are exactly the same;
we want to treat them as tho they are;
some spend their whole life, in search

The Depth Of Tears

Many have asked; “How deep is the ocean;”
as though the answer has relevance;
what does it have to do with time or motion;
their answers, always lack eloquence.

Their thoughts are premised upon physicality;
thinking everything has weight, and size;
but what is the size

One Step Above

Most think they live in a physical kingdom;
at least until an appointed time;
sent to live out their lifetime in freedom;
oblivious to the divine.

Physicality is merely an illusion of light;
very much akin to a dream;
where thoughts transitioned from night;
and consciousness, heard

Love Is

Love is the bond that holds all together;
connecting life to the divine;
an eternal link meant to last forever;
beyond all epochs of time.

Without love, the birds can’t take wing;
not even the eagles can fly;
love is the music the angels sing;
love won’

No One Would Miss Me

My journey through life is nearly over;
even tho, I know my soul lives on;
while my body decomposes in clover;
will others miss me; when I’m gone?

My life seems to be of little consequence;
it almost seems vain and petty;
most of