GOD

Truth Of Consciousness

Who keeps records of all, said and done;
supplying them for everyone’s needs;
who decides what has been lost; or won;
reporting; who fails; or succeeds?

Does life contain some lasting purpose;
or, must it live; only to die?
Is there permanance neath the surface;
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A Memory Called Faith

Few understand what faith really is;
they think it’s a wish or a hope;
a temporary feeling of comfort and bliss;
enabling that they might cope.

Others consider that faith is an energy;
a connection to God, above;
the Master and soul; in synergy;
two

Love Perfected

Who can solve this mystery called life;
determine its foundaation and purpose;
why must we endure heartaches and srife;
must truth always hide, neath its surface?

Not a soul in this earth is now completed;
each is a work; still in progress;
failures on earth don’t make

Just A Memory

Where do we go; when this life ends;
do we dissolve; like all of our trash;
or, are we the compost; that descends;
as our flesh is converted to ash?

What is the difference; one to the next;
does consciousness last for infinity;
our future; beyond death;

Wallpaper

I walked thru a store; we used to shop;
your memory in silent pursuit;
drowning in tears; that wouldn’t stop;
your voice, still remained mute.

Although I knew you couldn’t be there;
my thoughts remained convoluted;
you can’t be gone; you must be somewhere;
my pain

The Story Of Life

We each are merely a ripple called life;
flowing rapidly downstream;
enduring the challenges caused by strife;
interrupting the peace of a dream.

Our thoughts constantly chart our path;
directing which way we’re to go;
motivated mostly, by love; not wrath;
at peace; we go

A Destiny Called Love

Destiny is a masterppiece called reality;
reflecting the Master’s infinite will;
perfection brought within Light’s duality;
where death lacks the power to kill.

Like the grasses; life comes and goes;
all essence passes thru a door.
Like the oceans; life ebbs and flows;
till

The Passage Of Time

Consciousness is oft described as a stream;
also termed; the “river of life”
although it’s eternal; it flows like a dream;
while death, cuts like a knife.

Many think that we all live; then we die;
our awareness lives, but a season;
with a time