Futility
Why is it that I was born to live;
if I’ve also been born to die?
Just what is it, my life can give;
there must be a reason why.
Why must I suffer growing pains;
or even any pain at all;
who benefits; where are the gains;
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REALITY
Poems about Reality
Seeds Of Faith
As beings comprised of consciousness;
where all manner of energies dwell;
created to become beings of righteousness;
competing with the energies of hell.
Faith is much more than information, taught;
it’s the seed of all truth; planted within;
an inner knowledge; by the Master wrought;
where
Two Spirits, Divided
Most consider themselves as an individual;
a physical being; powered by a soul;
the energy, within, they think is residual;
powering the body; its solitary goal.
Instead; each being is two spirits, in one;
two natures, in each one; resided;
a solitary entity, when time had begun;
Sprinkles Of Wisdom
In the early morn; before there’s light;
revelations begin to creep in;
it requires enduring the dark of night;
for sprinkles of wisdom to begin.
Evil has been busy, while we all sleep;
for the darkness is his special time;
it’s a bountiful harvest; evil
Consequential
On tiny hinges, swing big doors;;
nothing is ever incidental;
careless remarks, result in wars;
everything is consequential.
A tiny hornet can cause great pain;
tho its stinger is very small;
none will allow that stinger to remain;
pain gives its clarion call.
A strain of the tiny vocal
…Kismet
Life was a bright, light sunny day;
only, the good, could I see;
until the darkness came my way;
and evil, then targeted me.
Blessings and peace had been my path;
until the darkness suddenly came;
it seemed I’d incurred destiny’s wrath;
and reality would not be
We Awaken
We spend so much of our life sleeping;
of that; most are aware;
at the same time; evil is creeping;
tho most don’t know it’s there.
Our sleep occurs on different dimensions;
awareness is very much the same;
buried in the mind, is our true intentions;
The Good Listener
With our eyes and ears we scan reality;
or, at least, what we think it to be;
tho we exist within an energy duality;
life’s more about thought; than see.
Speech is our choice for communication;
telling others whatever we think;
subtly, within us, is another