Seek God
We’re told to seek God and we shall find;
but where should we go to look;
most think the way reality is designed;
we’ll find God inside His book.
Many books were inspired to lead us there;
but each was written in the hand of man;
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LOVE
Poems About Love
Energy Walking
I wish to pay tribute to the creation of life;
but I’m too limited to understand how;
energies converted, by the centrifuge of light;
to my Lord and Master, I bow.
Consciousness; an accumulation of diverse energy;
driven by the inexplicable power of thought;
only the I
The New Leaf
I’m the new growth in the Master’s creation;
lost in the midst of his infinite reality;
not likely to cause a big splash, or sensation;
tho giving evidence of creation’s duality.
By myself, I’m an example of insignificance;
a solitary leaf, falling on
Overwhelmed
Sometimes I experience information overload;
and there’s little, within it, I understand;
my thoughts feel as though they’re set to implode;
no longer feeling my mind in command.
I feel lonely, unloved, unwanted, and depressed;
struggling to find my way each day;
keeping my thoughts hidden and
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
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
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
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,