Poems About Love
Light isn’t a switch that we turn on;
it is a much deeper concept;
not appearing till darkness is gone;
but, an everlasting precept.
The depth of vision is unseen by the eye;
it is only, by thought, defined;
it’s wisdom and knowledge, in disguise;
for all, by
Who brought about all of life’s creation;
and how did its handyman begin?
Who took upon himself the obligation;
what mediums, did its Artist, work in?
Did life come about, all by itself;
converting its energies into being;
or was it created by a gnome or elf;
with all
Winds are thoughts; given velocity;
creating emotions within the mind;
sometimes, leading to pomposity;
seeking thoughts of a similar kind.
Some winds are physically destructive;
tornadoes and hurricanes of thought;
physical storms are most instructive;
physical illusions, of emotions brought.
Often, when seeds of love are sown,
they become planted
Death is deemed life’s mortal enemy;
many believe they’ll no more exist;
but death, is another form of energy;
not one we should fear, or resist.
Death is merely one of life’s seasons;
like spring, summer, or fall;
none of us knows all the reasons;
but, it
We live our lives, seeking what comes next;
each of us, with a definition of success;
much that we do, brought about by pretext;
as we’re drawn by our desire to impress.
We all worry about things, done in the past;
some of them led to disaster.
Everything that
All life poured out from the Master’s fountain;
resonating, from above, to below.
Consciousness is thought’s Holy Mountain;
from which living waters flow.
Thoughts became imaged, to what were to be;
and sound, as well, was heard by the mind;
whatever we thought; was what we could see;
She was never the center of attention;
others comfort was what she sought;
as though from another dimension;
it was unconditional love, she brought.
It seemed she was able, to only see good;
only the best in all others, were found;
somehow, it seems, only she understood;
a life will
It was a lifetime ago; or so it seemed;
places and people; no longer here;
a cloudy mist, as tho it’d been dreamed;
its very presence, become austere.
Maintaining an aura of energy sensitivity;
my thoughts became what I feel;
consciousness demonstrated no proclivity;
to separate a dream, from
