A Walk With The Master

A Walk With The Master

My mind is taking it’s daily stroll;
wandering thru a forest of thought;
the mind, is the voice of the soul,
and, it spoke of heresies brought.

Reality is full of truths, to uncover;
but the river of time flows thin;
so much the

The Garden Path

The Garden Path

I’m walking down a garden path;
with my vision, distracted below;
suddenly, I’m drawn to laugh;
as I imagine the drifting snow.

I find myself entrenched in two worlds;
wondering, which one is me;
one I think; or the illusion unfurled;
for that’s the

The Gift Of Loneliness

The Gift Of Loneliness

I’ve been given the gift of being alone;
obviously, not one, I’ve selected;
a family of one, hardly makes it a home;
no fellowship, inside, is detected.

“It’s not good for man to be alone,”
or, so I’ve been told, the Master

The Gentleman Who

The Gentleman Who

What is it about riches and fame;
that draws us, like flies to a meal;
what about a reputation or name;
can they, true character, reveal?

I’d like to be known as who I am;
not, who I long to become;
for I am a life,

The Flood Of Feelings

The Flood Of Feelings

Why do deep feelings flow out of control;
are we unable to stem their flow?
Can we not be master of our own soul?
Please tell me why it’s not so.

How is it that feelings even begin;
where is it they get their start?

Irrelevance

Irrelevance

Your life didn’t start at twenty;
it didn’t even begin with birth;
it isn’t about possessions or money;
and your home isn’t this earth.

As you grow old, perception changes;
you’ve become the white elephant;
nothing’s the same; all rearranges;
and it seems

Kingdom Of Thought

Kingdom Of Thought

It’s a sunny day of warm thought;
a summer day in the mind;
kindness and love were brought;
just as the Master designed.

Thoughts of cold, wind and snow;
from winters, long since passed;
no longer in season, below;
so my mind dismissed them, fast.

I

Only The Strong Love

Only The Strong Love

It’s oft been said, “Only the strong, survive;”
it holds deeper meaning than most know;
you could be, physically, the strongest, alive;
and, not know how, to make love grow.

Love is a most mystical, eternal power;
its force is required to make us grow;

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