Poems About Love
We often speak of an outside world;
a universe filled with possibilities.
Just such a place is thought, unfurled;
which allows for all probabilities.
Thought is creator of all there is;
there’s nothing out in space;
credit for beauty and wisdom is His;
there’s none who can take
We think we’re merely asleep or awake;
a light switch turned off or on;
such thoughts are a reality mistake;
consciousness is never gone.
On some level, we’re always aware;
our mind is always traveling;
sometimes, here; other times, there;
but, never, is awareness unraveling.
Thought; is the
…What is the process controlling thought;
determining what all we think about;
all that decides what all we ought;
and helps us figure it all out?
How are feelings determined each day;
that plan and order our reactions;
and how can our mind show us the way;
to judge the
Courage is a trait most desired;
everyone longs to be brave;
they want all others inspired;
by the way they choose to behave.
When a situation presents itself;
they all think they’ll spring into action;
they intend to jump down from the shelf;
ignoring any other distraction.
But the
…Most view beauty as conventional;
physicality; what they think it to be.
True beauty is interdimensional;
far more, than what eyes can see;
Eyes can only see what we think;
for thought is reality’s everything;
energy, is the oxygen we drink;
giving sustenance to our king.
Beauty and Love
…You may not believe that it’s true;
but, you’re inside; looking out;
take the time to think it through.
What is this reality about?
Perception’s merely a form of thought;
and thoughts are never the same;
a whirl of energies, to this, brought;
all in the Master’
It’s all synchronicity, my dear one;
whether for worse or for better;
ever since all life had begun;
our souls are wedded together.
We are not all separate entities;
as we all supposed it to be;
instead, we’re forms of divinities;
servants to the Master; yet free.
It’
…Where have you gone, oh loves long last?
How quickly the present becomes the past.
And all those thoughts that I hold dear,
transformed into memories, a sob, a tear.
You left me here for a place called there.
In earth no more is found your lair.
This physical place,
