Poems about Knowledge
The Glory Of It All
God’s creation is a work of art;
a painting that’s not yet dry;
a masterpiece; two worlds apart;
a planet; destined to die.
A creation formed out of Consciousness;
beauty born out of thought, alone;
predestined to become Righteousness;
from an invisible garden
The Ebb And Flow Of Power
The tide rushes in to the sands of the shore;
its flow expressing its enormous powers;
then, it ebbs back out; to be seen no more;
such energies created the flowers.
A living planet is flying through space;
circling a medium sized star;
momentum
He Who Is Within Me
We think we look at an outside world;
but, reality is not what we think;
within us; an entire universe, unfurled;
and an outside world becomes extinct.
What is the truth about a physical reality;
what is it all really about?
Is there such thing
The Darkest Days
Many hope their life is a walk in the park;
that everything will turn out all right;
in the fullness of time; this world becomes dark;
and we dwell in a never ending night.
Most of us can cope with most anything;
with someone, by our side,
Raindrops Of Love
How can a house feel so incredibly empty;
overflowing with ghosts of the past;
no longer the place; I still long to be;
why is it, that peace can’t last?
I feel so useless in a world so austere;
separated from heaven above;
if only I
The Truth Of Faith
When Young, I was taught to seek truth;
it was beyond what I could conceive;
it was difficult to find convincing proof;
I had to gain faith, to believe.
Truth was considered definitive and reliable;
but many were unwilling to relate;
that there was a God;
Nightmare
I learned a deeper lesson of reality;
last night, in the midst of sleep;
thought took me, where I needed to be;
reality took a quantum leap.
I leaped off the pages of my book of life;
and onto the pages of another;
the stench of reality cut like
What Color Is The Sky?
A young man asked, “What color is the sky?”
It seemed as tho he was giving me a test.
I surveyed my thoughts, before giving reply;
lest his question be merely a jest.
I answered him: “The sky is completely colorless!”
But my answer refused
