Poems about Knowledge
Wisdom and Folly are life’s energy flow;
they tug on reality’s apron strings;
describing directions they want us to go;
they’re the creators of all life’s dreams.
In Wisdom, we’re led by the Master’s hand;
His dreams are ours, to imbue;
but, Folly interferes
I am a legend within my own mind;
and so, it seems, are many of you;
for, by all thoughts, are we defined;
for thinking is really all that we do.
Thought is the basis for all of reality;
creating all that there is;
all light’s illusions lead to
Many like to follow in another’s footsteps;
to determine where they should go;
they feel uncomfortable following precepts;
for there’s so little wisdom we know.
But footprints leave us to doubt their nobility;
what can be learned by footsteps, found?
We can tell virtually nothing about their ability;
Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.
Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.
The
…Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.
Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.
The
…Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.
Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.
The
…I didn’t start out life as a baby;
instead, I was energy’s intrusion;
not a matter of perhaps or maybe;
possessed of the Master’s infusion.
My origin was one of divine energy;
transformed, and become a seed;
converted by God’s omniscient synergy;
for love, was the
I saw a familiar face yesterday;
one which I knew I’d seen before;
I don’t know if I’ll see it today;
but, I know I’ll see it once more.
Recognition is a gift I’ve been given;
familiarity has its own purpose;
to remembrance, I’m
