Seasons Of Life
I recognized the house from a lifetime ago;
it was clearly etched in my mind;
it was a wintry day, midst a falling snow;
in the manner, memory’s designed.
In a sense it had been my life for a season;
where I grew up; laughed and
Poems about Knowledge
Seasons Of Life
I recognized the house from a lifetime ago;
it was clearly etched in my mind;
it was a wintry day, midst a falling snow;
in the manner, memory’s designed.
In a sense it had been my life for a season;
where I grew up; laughed and
Pride
Early on we’re taught to be proud;
to have pride in all that we do;
to the gods of confidence we bowed;
self confidence: a trait to imbue.
Determined to become gods on our own;
we honed our skills, and self trust;
developing faith in ourselves, alone;
our
Kingdom Of Duality
We live in a universe of infinite duality;
two overlapping kingdoms, connected;
one, posing the illusion of mortality;
the other one, by the Master, perfected.
We’re all in two places at the same time;
a concept, most inconceivable;
but, when both overlap as energies sublime;
such
Homely
What is it that makes someone homely;
was it done by the Father’s choice;
couldn’t He have made everyone comely;
was each person given a voice?
What is it that makes a person seem plain;
that others won’t take a second look?
It seems impossible for
His Hands and Feet
If I could be God’s hands and feet;
what would I attempt to do;
only his will would I try to meet;
his spirit, attempt to imbue.
I’m in a body; while God is spirit;
a spirit has neither hands nor feet;
it’s
The Cost
It has been said that nothing is free;
that all things have a price attached.
I know it certainly seems so to me;
but how can goods and money interact?
How many sips of wine to pay for a coat;
or coats does it take for a car?
Surreal
What is that state, we call despair;
an isle of complete desolation;
nothing surrounds, but water and air;
leading only to consolation.
Later, while sleeping, scenes changed;
a substitute life, takes the dream’s place;
all of reality is subtly rearranged;
and destiny gives it all a new face.
No Longer About Me
When I was young, it was all about me;
what would my life be like;
who was I destined in this life, to be;
after I outgrow my bike.
Slowly I grew, to become a man;
my life turned into obligation;
each day started as daybreak