Green Grass Of Summer

All life develops, from seed to adult;
coming about within seasons;
reborn after death; the natural result;
life cycles have their own reasons.

The grasses provide a seasonal example;
growing in day; at night, they slumber;
the water, gained from rainfall, is ample;
giving us all, the green grass of

Man 2.0

From the moment God said, “Let there be Light,”
illusions of reality, have been on a path;
while energies turned into day, from night;
among His creations, was wrath.

Originally created by God as the man;
made in the Master’s image;
a being, central to the Master’s plan;

Dream Of Reality

I woke up from my latest of dreams;
it too, had finally expired;
sensing that life is not what it seems;
nor, even what I desired.

It’s like I, somehow, slept thru the movie;
seeing the credits on the movie screen;
it occurred it might actually behoove me;
to

In His Own Image

God created a soul in total perfection;
both, male and female, to be;
flawed by the serpent’s insurrection;
tho the soul, still remained free.

A being created in God’s own image;
we were His Thoughts, recreated;
considered children of His lineage;
since all of energy’s related.

Just

Who Is ?

Who controls the floodgates of tears;
seeking to stem their rising tide;
and who is able to eliminate our fears;
whenever we’ve kept them inside?

Who gave us the sun, to brighten our day;
then hides it, so we can sleep all night?
Who is the one who asks

Secrets Of The Mind

The great secret of being, is communication;
how do thoughts travel from one to another;
such is a puzzle causing much consternation;
how to share knowledge with a sister or brother.

In the physical body, each one has created;
we each have vocal cords and wind;
the vocal cords cause

The Path Of Wisdom

Our life path seems determined by happenstance;
all of us, victims of the Master’s wrath;
instead, we are carefully aligned by circumstance;
and, our feet are sent down Wisdom’s path.

Creation began, with “Let there be Light,”
and that Light, became a living being;
initially, the soul walked

Taken For Granted

Tiny angels, with wings, in multiple varieties;
were the birds, lifted, in flight;
all were, seemingly, oblivious to propriety;
abruptly leaving my line of sight.

These marvelous, beautiful flying creatures;
took wing, whenever I’d come;
before I could even distinguish their features;
they all flew off, together, as one.

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