The Seed Of Consciousness

It was the source of life; all being;
for it had all begun with the seed;
Consciousness was thought; not seeing;
fully able to supply for all need.

Thought created within His Mind;
within it; planted a seed;
from which would grow, His kind;
just as He had decreed.

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Yesterday's Still Here

I used to think that yesterday’s gone;
but now, I believe I know better;
all our yesterdays, continue to live on;
like an old, worn, donated sweater.

Time is made up of unlimited dimensions;
a part of us continues, moving ahead;
retaining the past, is the Master’s intention;

Womb Of Thought

Infinity is the place of creation;
the space within life’s womb.
Eternity is the time for salvation;
our emergence from the tomb.

Eternity and infinity are both One;
only, Consciousness, exists;
life’s end has come; and again, begun;
only Thought energy, persists.

Consciousness is a cloud, unseen;
with

Woman Of God

Woman is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be her name;
her very existence, is hour to hour;
and her beauty, is more of the same.

Such delicate beauty, by God employed;
was all destined to love and bond;
by storms of life, were flowers destroyed;
but their beauty and

Why Is ?

Why is happiness an unreachable star;
where do all the flaws begin;
why must there be a near and far;
and why is there fat and thin?

Why cannot happiness remain supreme;
why must tragedies begin;
can’t we just live the life of our dream;
must sorrows always butt

Soul Reality

We’re often obsessed with our appearance;
physical traits of strength and beauty;
considerations of complete insignificance;
in dereliction of all of our duty.

Our physical bodies are Light illusions;
three dimensional moving pictures;
the mind will lead to truth’s conclusions;
we are not at all physical fixtures;

The

Seeds Of Love

All seeds began as mere kernels of thought;
the beginings of all life’s productions;
bringing forth, what the Master wrought;
infused with the Master’s instructions.

From seeds, a kingdom of plants began;
then, all animals of every kind.
From a seed of the dust, was created a man;

Consciousness Is A Mist

Consciousness is an awareness mist;
the great undiscovered energy;
usually ignored and largely dismissed;
none can explain, what it could be.

Consciousness; devoid of size or shape;
invisible and odorless as well;
can think, calculate, and create;
it is the mind; as best we can tell.

Consciousness is the fountain

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