Poems About Love
Is beauty no more than a pretty face,
or a shape that pleases the eyes?
What if you could completely erase,
all physical things, you despise?
Where is it, that all beauty resides;
where did it all begin?
How is it that outward beauty hides;
all the truth that lies
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
…I was tired of having no place to go;
being all alone, carries its cost;
it was wintertime; and I loved snow;
just sitting at home; I was lost.
I was shopping alone; nothing to buy;
trying to find, something to fit;
but, there was nothing my size, to try;
Eternity is a circular energy path;
for only a circle has no ending;
all you need do, is follow the math;
it keeps coming back to beginning.
Imagine it all, an invisible cloud;
comprised of all information.
All thoughts, are, within it, allowed;
from all eternity’s foundation.
The universe
…Your will is the essence of all you imbue;
asserting, all you think, see, and feel;
the internal blueprint of all that is you;
that, which, lays claim you’re real.
Your will is at the very core of the soul;
over such, even death holds no power;
a sense
As actors on the grand global stage;
a backdrop change with each act;
we have scripts; are ready to engage;
interchanging illusions with fact.
Much mediocrity plays out on stage;
actors often forgetting their lines;
still, doing their very best to engage;
by plays in life, all reality’s defined.
Reality’s an infinite, eternal landscape;
in which, all lives reside;
a house, from which, none can escape;
even those who’ve tried.
We currently live in one of its rooms;
a separate reality, it seems;
tho we think, past and future, looms;
they’re a part of present’s
