Poems about Knowledge
Death is deemed life’s mortal enemy;
many believe they’ll no more exist;
but death, is another form of energy;
not one we should fear, or resist.
Death is merely one of life’s seasons;
like spring, summer, or fall;
none of us knows all the reasons;
but, it
Can a life exist, dually, in two places;
calling both kingdoms their homes;
each wearing very different faces;
while, in between, its spirit roams?
We only know what thought reveals;
and the mind is telling us nothing;
there’s so much more, thought conceals;
we don’t even know if
We’re unable to conceive omnipotence;
unlimited knowledge is required;
nor can we even imagine omniscience;
such understanding, must be inspired.
And yet; both, the Master is said to be;
and we’re simply unable to understand.
How can He transform to physical reality;
mere words of His issued command?
There was a fable; told long ago;
the ruler, an arrogant and foolish man;
knew everything there was to know;
and wore the finest clothes in the land.
Approached by a corrupt deceiver;
he was told of magic material;
when woven by this magical weaver;
made a spectacular garment ethereal.
Still waters are considered peacefulness;
becoming relaxed and profound;
thought, a place to be soothed and blessed;
without troubles or stresses around.
But troubles are what this world’s about;
it’s not some kind of peaceful resort;
in this regard, if you have any doubt;
sorrows will cut your
Let’s laugh at the latest conspiracy theory;
it’s what propagandists teach us to do;
dismiss each one of them without a query;
and the upcoming victim becomes you.
Openly lying to the most honest of folks;
ones who could never even conceive;
convert the most honorable into sad
Is beauty no more than a pretty face,
or a shape that pleases the eyes?
What if you could completely erase,
all physical things, you despise?
Where is it, that all beauty resides;
where did it all begin?
How is it that outward beauty hides;
all the truth that lies
The limited mind of the man, devises;
some cures of the ills, discovered.
Testing such cures, offer surprises;
an energy source is uncovered.
Some are healed, without man’s cure;
a great bane to the researcher’s ego;
lacking knowledge of something obscure;
they simply call it a placebo.
They
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