Poems About Love
We are meant to live as free as a bird;
eventually destined to fly;
once our voice can no longer be heard;
we’re only free to die.
As a baby we began; a caterpillar, crawling;
confined to our Mother’s care;
voicing our feelings; wailing and bawling;
demonstrating we’
His Special Child
You’re the special child of the living God;
I’m aware that He wants you to know;
I‘m certain this revelation seems rather odd;
but the Father in heaven has told me so.
Thinking of perfection, He fashioned your face;
and whispered thoughts of love
I returned home from a long day at work,
my gaze, like a magnet, drew me there.
In the corner of the room, it just seemed to lurk.
Such a benign object: an empty chair.
I stood for a while, transfixed so it seemed;
mesmerized by what wasn’t there.
All life swims in an energy ocean;
of which we’re all unaware;
constantly flowing in circular motion;
without understanding where.
None are able to detect its existence;
physical senses no longer aware;
but still, impacted by its persistence;
even though we don’t care.
This energy ocean supplies our
…Life wasn’t created for existance on earth;
all consciousness; designed for unification;
cast out of God’s kingdom, after its birth;
rebellion and division, led to separation.
Unification is the core for all of creation;
“united we stand; divided, we fall.”
division is the cornerstone of separation;
but, if
How can anyone measure their pain;
how can you describe how it feels?
Consider how much wisdom you gain;
for, each gain, comes through ordeals.
Nothing ever learned in this life is easy;
we’re stiff-necked and stubborn, for sure;
an abundance of sorrows makes us queasy;
it’s
Phrases are fashioned, for a purpose;
some ideas are met with disdain;
hiding pure evil beneath the surface;
causes fewer people to complain.
One would never think of killing a baby;
especially, a child who is healthy;
but a challenged child; not even maybe;
even tho you’re not wealthy.
The Mind is a sacred and holy place;
worship is its principle role;
unimpeded, by either time or space.
it’s the sanctuary of the soul.
The mind is, by no means a church;
it’s a deeply rooted connection above.
The Master directs our mind to search;
for truth,
