Death's Companion

Death’s Companion

Death had secured his next assignment;
a person, scheduled to soon be gone;
followed him around; making assessment;
it was a man most willing to move on.

The man had not a trace of a desire to die;
tho he felt little reason to live;
Death felt

A New Creation

A New Creation

Consciousness is an ocean of Thought;
it constantly ebbs and flows;
within it; all knowledge is taught;
everythng the Master knows.

Nothing exists outside of this ocean;
its length and width are infinity;
all within it are in constant motion;
for it is the garden of divinity.

What Is Life ?

What Is Life ?

What is this thing we refer to as life:
and how did it come to be;
this roller coaster of sadness and strife;
carrying, a passenger called me?

We think we’re a form of physical being;
living in a world of grasses and trees;
equipped to

Snowflake Out Of Season

Snowflake Out Of Season

I feel like a lonely snowflake;
drifting alone; without a reason;
lingering over my every mistake;
a snowflake, out of season.

Snowflakes fall from high atmostphere;
living water frozen by the cold;
in the dread of winter they often appear;
I’m a snowflake; growing old.

God's Fingerprint

God’s Fingerprint

Ideas or concepts are specialized thought;
pathways to a deeper understanding;
not from within; from the Master, brought;
subtly whispered; not commanding.

We think we conceived from within our mind;
but they come from a higher power;
the planting of seeds, by the Master; designed;
allowing all

Government Of Ants

Government Of Ants

A government is a monolith of powers;
immovable, implacable; without a soul;
a weed in the garden, chocking the flowers;
pure power becomes its primary role.

A noble faction once fashioned its birth;
planning it, to replace a tyrant king;
its never ending tentacles covered the earth;

Enigma Of Free Will

Enigma Of Free Will

We think since, in freedom, we are designed;
the Master allows our minds to run free.
Do we have any doubt, at all, in our mind;
we become whatever he meant us to be?

We’ve all rebelled; as children tend to do;
freedom’s the

An Ode To Madeline

An Ode To Madeline

I met you at a most opportune time;
it seemed the Winter of a life;
it must have been of the Master’s design;
for I had lost both sons and a wife.

Divorce had been this life’s destiny;
separated from those I love;
you

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