LOVE

Words Without Sound

Whispers are words in a gentle breeze;
thoughts; even more profound;
thoughts change; whenever we please;
simply; words without sound.

Thoughts are concealed deeply within;
things we’re unwilling to share;
they can be noble; or thoughts of sin;
nobody knows they are there.

Thoughts are often

Fugitive From Love

Many times, I’ve been a captive of love;
in need of someone to care;
the aphrodisiac sent from heaven above;
for the one, whose love I share;

True love requires God’s anointment;
it cannot become man’s choice;
love can be a web of disappointment;

Betrayal Always Brings Tears

I’m overwhelmed by thoughts of today;
what secrets have I hidden inside;
deep within; I have something to say;
secrets of that day that I died.

Layers of love have hidden the proof;
not allowing my mind to see;
a lifetime memory shouts the truth;

The Womb Of Success

What is it that usually brings our success;
we’re told that it rarely comes easy;
all of us face much hardship and stress;
and many competitors are sleazy.

Most start out with little; in the beginning;
and a future; fraught with peril;
struggles continue, while

Body And Soul

Today, we reside in a physical incarnation;
one which plays an essential role;
all troubles lead to wisdom’s foundation;
requiring a joining of body and soul.

The body was created as a temporal being;
it was never designed to last;
an illusion of thoughts; from a

The Womb Of Perfection

The womb is the home of life’s creation;
from Consciousness, all came to be;
eternity was created by love’s proliferation;
when life was given its liberty.

The womb was created by Consciousness;
from thoughts, in the kingdom of light;
imbued with the Master’s

This Mystery Called Life

What is reality; from where did it evolve;
can it’s origin come from its history;
when did this planet first begin to revolve;
the entire creation is bathed in mystery.

Is reality some sort of physical creation;
if so; how did it all come to

Controlling Tomorrow

How can I ever control tomorrow;
when I can’t even change today?
Tomorrow brings even more sorrow;
all we can do is to pray.

It often seems that time has control,
over the events of man;
perhaps time’s an enemy of the soul;
can I ever