Poems about Knowledge
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 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 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
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
…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 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
…Man was fashioned from the dust;
and, as dust, I was destined to stay;
it’s required, that, in God I’ll trust;
for, I only have feet made of clay.
Throughout life, I began to mature;
but failures oft stood in my path;
for the things of life that
I know so little; yet I know so much;
for wisdom, I need not confide;
my own choices, seem out of touch;
for, my wisdom is hidden, inside.
The Wisdom, within, is inconceivable;
no answers are beyond its reach;
the knowledge, contained; unbelievable;
maintaining the power to teach.
Our souls
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