Winds Of Love

Winds Of Love

I felt enveloped; when she entered the room;
by whispers of energy from above;
I could feel love’s flower, starting to bloom;
by transformative winds of love.

I could feel her eyes; slowly reeling me in.
tho she didn’t realize she was;
her energies of

Till We Meet Again

Till The End Of Time

Tho most don’t know it; time is a king;
the ruler throughout physical nature;
commander and ruler of everything;
others’ titles are mere nomenclature.

Time determines when we awaken;
and when we go to sleep;
it determines when dawn is breaking;
and, how long

What Others Hear

What Others Hear

The world is beautiful; as I awaken;
I open my eyes and take a peak;
I often wonder if my view is mistaken;
could everyone’s view be unique.

Does everyone see, what appears to me;
and do others hear, what I hear;
do others have thoughts

Dimension Of Perfection

Dimension Of Perfection

I feel the fog of fatigue, drifting in;
knowing such thought is a ruse;
the truth of reality still abides, within;
an image of fog is just an excuse.

Fatigue is only a lack of concentration;
it is always within our control;
we all are images of

All Become One

All Become One

In the beginning was infinite consciousness;
a realm extending above and below;
the energies of love planted righteousness;
life was created to eternally flow.

Thought became words; then flesh came to be;
such was the flow of creation;
images of light; became illusions of reality;
giving life

An Empty Love

An Empty Love

I have loved several women in my life;
enough to give up my liberty;
only two, have ever become my wife;
did anyone ever love me?

Love is a rather mysterious blessing;
it’s more often spoken; than felt;
love is a time two souls are caressing;

The Kingdom Unseen

The Kingdom Unseen

Life isn’t about what people think;
it’s just one of unlimited pages;
those who thirst; are invited to drink;
the wisest, among us, are sages.

We are parts of a great Consciousness;
all seeking to find our way;
truth leads to all righteousness;
tho lies

A Waste Of Time

A Waste Of Time

Everything happens in the essence of time;
at least, that’s what’s been said;
tho time remains in the hands of the divine;
we think we control it; instead.

Time is more precious than silver or gold;
a gem of infinite worth;
time can neither

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