Poems About Love
There was something magical about your face;
something I could never explain;
the warmth of your lips that I sought to embrace;
and nothing of the past could remain.
It wasn’t about your shape or appearance;
for, sheer energy had taken control;
and logic was unable to add interference;
We sometimes speak of emotions, bottled;
for it seems that we hold them inside;
eventually, to the point, tears are throttled;
not allowing our tears to confide.
Tears are the river of life, for emotions;
granting them the power to live;
repressing anger and guilt into oceans;
tears help us
It seems, we’ve left Thought behind;
kissing became a predominant role;
if true reality is Thought and its mind;
then, Love is entanglement of the soul.
All our souls are eternally connected;
an energy bond, will forever exist;
by the Master’s will, each is protected;
and the Master’
Destiny is reality’s completed book;
not allowing any revisions;
errant thoughts; all were forsook;
for, thought, made all decisions.
Destiny was reality, infinitely completed;
its book was exchanged for a play;
only by death, were some things deleted;
and the stage of Light, became day.
Light cast down the
…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;
