Poems about Knowledge
Seeds Of Thought
We think thoughts are basically organic;
created solely within our mind;
to think they’re from others, makes us panic;
wondering, by whom, they’re designed.
Many thoughts; planted as seeds by the creator;
we’ve claimed, as tho they’re our own;
other thoughts, from new
Only God
Only God can create a world of beauty;
in thought, above; then, illusion, below;
only the Master, considers it his duty;
to plant life, and help love to grow.
Only God can create a delicate flower;
then, allow it to live on its own;
only the Master has
Out Of Space?
As my car was approaching the city;
I saw new construction, all around;
all the trees and flowers looked pretty;
little remaining space could be found.
Looking skyward; I saw several planes;
tho it didn’t seem too crowded.
What happens when no space remains;
will life,
The Glass Filled With Life
There’re those who say their glass is half full;
saying it, quite proudly; you can tell;
much of their eyes are covered with wool;
by definition; it’s half empty, as well.
Our gift called life; a glass of champagne;
a blessing so far
The Guilt Over Innocence
Guilt is wrapped around much of my thought;
etched with my pain and sorrow;
I bear that guilt for all that I’ve wrought;
perhaps, I’ll forget it tomorrow.
But, tomorrow always stays one step ahead;
barely remaining in view;
all guilt remains, until we
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
