Poems about Knowledge
The Purpose Of Memory
Do you recall every job you’ve had;
all things, in this life, you’ve done;
all of those time, both happy and sad;
since this current life had begun?
Memory can be a very selective thing;
all recollections come in their season;
a deeper purpose,
God’s Revenge
He had given them most everything;
almost nothing was denied;
from his fount did all life spring;
no rebellion was implied.
His demand: they love each other;
was all he asked of them;
to care for each sister and brother,
was where they should begin.
Instead, they
…Poignant
What is it about thoughts that change to feelings;
that totally engenders the way that we feel;
much like removing the onion’s peelings;
exposing on the inside, intricacies of real?
It’s far more complex than good versus bad;
delving in the reality of what’s real;
and,
Sadness Cried
Are all of our feelings personalities;
each one, an actual being; an entity?
Perhaps they are drawn by analogies;
true beings of heavenly divinity.
When we feel deep feelings of joy;
could Joy be an angel of laughter;
one, whom our souls deploy;
traveling from a land hereafter?
Seasons Of Life
I recognized the house from a lifetime ago;
it was clearly etched in my mind;
it was a wintry day, midst a falling snow;
in the manner, memory’s designed.
In a sense it had been my life for a season;
where I grew up; laughed and
Pride
Early on we’re taught to be proud;
to have pride in all that we do;
to the gods of confidence we bowed;
self confidence: a trait to imbue.
Determined to become gods on our own;
we honed our skills, and self trust;
developing faith in ourselves, alone;
our
Kingdom Of Duality
We live in a universe of infinite duality;
two overlapping kingdoms, connected;
one, posing the illusion of mortality;
the other one, by the Master, perfected.
We’re all in two places at the same time;
a concept, most inconceivable;
but, when both overlap as energies sublime;
such
Homely
What is it that makes someone homely;
was it done by the Father’s choice;
couldn’t He have made everyone comely;
was each person given a voice?
What is it that makes a person seem plain;
that others won’t take a second look?
It seems impossible for
