Poems about Knowledge
A Solitary Life
All of life began within the womb;
where the script of being was writ;
we serve the Master, until the tomb;
faithfully following his script.
Lessons are learned; from those given;
and many, we never expected;
by internal forces, all are driven;
tho some lessons are rejected.
The Body Beautiful
We live in a kingdom where beauty attracts;
most, destined to live and die, as a pair;
a fictional reality caused, as light refracts;
an illusive kingdom, floating in air.
Beauty, itself, is a matter of perception;
all souls are really pure light;
the greatest beauty, escapes
Aging Process
Getting old is a most objectionable chore;
but time is an incorrigible opponent;
as it quickly flies by, I only want more;
but, time lets me know, I don’t own it.
I don’t ask for much; just to not slow down;
and that wrinkles won’t
Imagery Of God
All life is, indeed, a delicate flower;
fragility should be its name;
its very existence, is hour to hour;
and its 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;
Fast Forward
In your mind, fast forward into tomorrow;
to imagine what your future may bring;
bypassing all the tears, and every sorrow;
dream of life’s song, you’re ready to sing.
In our minds, we’ve created that which we’ll be;
the journey, upon which, we’re
Epiphany
Consciousness seems to travel in waves;
like the ocean’s ebb and flow;
seeking whatever it’s awareness craves;
there’s no place it cannot go.
Life is experienced in neverending layers;
each one, a complete world of its own;
many of us, fancy ourselves as its players;
ultimately
Peace, Be Still
The Creator of all, knew what was true;
of what His creation consisted;
all characteristics that made up his brew;
and so, He simply insisted.
For the weather He’d made to alter the day;
had quite suddenly come to a boil.
The awareness, within, wanted it’
From The Bosom Of God
Creation is motion of light and sound;
their waves traversing all reality;
an ebb and flow, permanently abound;
they are constant, without finality.
A picture of true reality exists;
a holographic kingdom of Light;
within its images we persist;
facing an endless night.
Reality, itself,
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