Poems about Knowledge
Behind Enemy Lines
Life is the mystery, none have solved;
a plant, springing out of the ground;
the Master’s seed; completely evolved;
tho its secrets have yet to be found.
In the heavenly garden; a seed was planted;
and the Master’s progeny was born;
in the appropriate season,
Constructing Your Self-Portrait
When you were born; you’ll never know,
how you came to be on this earth;
for you pre-existed, many lifetimes ago,
and cannot remember your birth.
You were born to be an artist, forever;
working in clay, and many a medium;
destined to create yourself as
Memory Of Consciousness
Memory is different from Consciousness;
one is a stream; the other, sporadic;
memories serve; the past to address;
sometimes, they appear dogmatic.
Consciousness; a stream that permanently flows;
looking ahead; but, not into the past;
moving, in time, into the future, it goes;
death assumes it’s
Illusions
Illusions; thoughts on the mind;
where thoughts decide to go;
a room where reality’s defined;
they’re reality’s picture show.
That which we think we see;
was created within our mind;
all to become reality to be;
was, by the soul, defined.
We create our own reality;
…If you….
If you’re unable to love and be gracious;
you deserve to be left all alone.
If you don’t regard each life precious;
how can you claim you’re God’s own?
If you’d abuse any living being;
what evil is dwelling inside?
For anyone, the
Dystopian Kingdom
A world of humanity is seeking utopia;
even those, whose cup runneth over;
all, bringing about the birth of dystopia;
with songs about crimson and clover.
Our origin of birth; a world of perfection
all unable to accept absolute truth;
causing us to face the curse of rejection;
The Material Disguise
I’m a grand and glorious sailing ship;
magnificant and proud in my day;
for every task, I was well equipped;
there was nothing could get in my way.
The seven seas were like highways to me;
leading to wherever I’d go;
no limits existed to
A Dream Of Life
I was walking down reality’s Street;
at a destination, referred to as time;
a corner where life and eternity meet;
bearing a subtle hint of the divine.
Life had somehow lost all its clarity;
becoming a shadowy mist;
a hint at the truth of life’
