Poems about Reality
The Return Of Purpose
Is each life scripted, as a part in the play;
does Destiny assign every role;
does the Master direct what we do and say;
or, is that, the purview of the soul?
I find my thoughts to be outside of reality;
no longer a meaningful role
The Separation
In the beginning, all was One;
all aware of each other;
The Father of all, beget a Son;
and then, each sister and brother.
Time doesn’t live everywhere;
it only lives where it’s born;
It isn’t allowed where we care;
it’s usually regarded with
Mountains Of Truth
Truth is a range of limitless mountains;
which none have been able to climb;
an elusive energy, flowing from fountains;
only by fools, defined.
Many think truth, itself, is subjective;
there are no real absolutes;
when others declare it to be objective;
they pull their hair by
The Prescription
When sick, we see a doctor or nurse;
due to illness or other affliction;
in order that things won’t get worse;
we’re given a doctor’s prescription.
A prescription is an order you can obey;
to improve your physical condition;
instead, you may think, “I’ll
How Goes It ?
Where do we go; where is it, we’ve been;
what kind of road must we travel?
What are we up to, when we begin;
are we threatened it all will unravel?
Do any of us ever go anywhere;
or are we simply words on the page?
How Do We Love ?
How does one think the embrace of love;
how does it enter the realm of the mind;
does it come from thoughts, above;
is it only by emotions, defined?
What form of beauty enters each eye;
and messages deep within the brain;
what form of energy,
Be Yourself
Why is it so many, want to switch places;
do they covet another’s occupation?
Or, perhaps they think if they trade faces;
it might improve their life station.
Would all of us like to change who we are;
are so many people dissatisfied?
Thinking ill of one’
Beyond Vision
Most think they live in a physical realm;
and their body is physical, as well;
but, the truth may tend to overwhelm;
this isn’t really the place they dwell.
This body is not actually who I am;
but who I’ve temporarily chosen to be;
instead, I’
