Living Waters Of Love

Living Waters Of Love

We’re all leaves on the tree of life;
destined to flourish; then die;
enduring the heartbreaks and strife;
while, often, wondering why.

We began our lives as seeds;
then, growing into a root;
living water provided our needs;
consciousness; our fruit.

The colors of life

The Uneasy Meek

The Uneasy Meek

We all are simply bundles of energy;
living out the human condition;
our thoughts; a blending of synergy;
each gifted, for a unique mission.

We’re energies; within a thunderstorm;
waves; rushing upon the beach;
tho, many are different; others conform;
each; with lessons to teach.

Some

A Ghost Called The Soul

A Ghost Called The Soul

I’m now living in a world of dreams;
physicality is my current role;
but, everything is not what it seems;
I am a ghost called the soul.

This physical body is but a shell;
destined to perish soon;
the earth is only an image

Living In The Past

Living In The Past

I awaken, yet, to another today;
my only focus, is tomorrow;
my past, often seems in my way;
with its troubles and sorrow.

Although I cannot change the past;
that past remains my home;
I keep believing it cannot last;
since it’s made me so

The Indefatigable Will

The Indefatigable Will

Fatigue is the great enemy of determination;
whenever there’s a problem to solve;
our will must deal with recurring frustration;
persistence; another name for resolve.

Our will is the core of all that we believe;
the foundation of our every thought;
a fabric of reality every

Cradle To Grave

Cradle To Grave

All lives are lived, cradle to grave;
none of us can do any more;
our memories are the roads, we pave;
we are the ones keeping score.

No one born, can assess his own life;
our guilt; prohibits, we do;
overwhelmed by heartbreaks and strife;
we hold

Layers Of Sleep

Layers Of Sleep

Life is comprised of conscious energy;
involving many dimensions;
its sound waves; a musical symphony;
beyond mere man’s pretensions.

Presented by light illusions in space;
thoughts; becoming a hologram;
heaven is the garden, without a face;
home of the birth of the man.

All lives are

At The End Of The Rainbow

At The End Of The Rainbow

My life has become a mountain to climb;
a seemingly endless endeavor;
my goals reach well beyond the sublime;
I feel I’ve been climbing forever.

I’m searching for the end of the rainbow;
hoping to find a pot of gold;
more recently;

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