If I Could Only Be
If I’d be a healer in your life;
sparing you all it’s wrath;
removing a bit of your strife;
healing your troubled past.
If I’d only make you smile;
your pressures; all release;
you’d feel good for a while;
and your
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If I Could Only Disappear
If I could suddenly just disappear;
become a mere tear in your eye;
eliminating your sorrows and fear;
never again, making you cry.
If I could, somehow, transform to a thought;
and become a mere figment of your dreams;
imagine the joy and pleasure to
The Pearl
A seed was planted in an ocean bed;
a minuscule grain of sand;
the sand ended up in an oyster, instead;
that was the way it was planned.
Remember reality is all within Thought;
there is no true physical ocean;
a physical illusion, by Light, was brought;
for
Intention
Is reality merely a meandering flow;
returning to where it began;
does it have a particular place to go;
or, just go wherever it can?
Is destiny a form of godlike intention;
a path that none can erase;
or, does man decide in this dimension;
and attempt to take
The Destiny Of Free Will
Free will was granted to life, at birth;
its how all were meant to be;
Destiny sent us to a place called earth;
to learn what it means to be free.
The kingdom above was a world of thought;
where nothing could be concealed;
rebellion
A Hurricane Called Life
It began as a mere tropical depression;
concealing its ominous future within;
eventually tranformed into insurrection;
for that’s how all hurricanes begin.
A metaphor of the rebellion of man above;
launched against the authority of God;
though receiving the Master’s eternal love;
believing the
Making Waves
I’m riding the raft on the river of life;
unsure of where I am going;
I’ve lost a business, home, and a wife;
and yet, my mind keeps growing.
A form of destiny charted my course;
allowing that I make many choices;
all failures and sorrows
The Purpose Of Memory
Do you recall every job you’ve had;
all things, in this life, you’ve done;
all of those time, both happy and sad;
since this current life had begun?
Memory can be a very selective thing;
all recollections come in their season;
a deeper purpose,