REALITY

The Thorn On The Rose

What was the process; by which speech began;
who taught all lives to speak;
transmitting thoughts; from man to man;
sound made words unique.

All life in creation; first began with thought;
words were the Master’s foundation;
from thoughts; to words; reality was wrought;

Poetic License

Pardon my unique manner of expressions;
my words seem a form of contrivance;
sometimes, to convey personal impressions;
I take advantage of poetic license.

It’s not that we poets are permitted to lie;
it’s rather that we live in thin air;
I intentionally write, what makes

No Soul Ever Sleeps

The soul is an eternal life creation;
a permanent consciousness;
given the Master’s gift of salvation;
and promise of righteousness.

Souls came from a Divine Consciousness;
becoming a part of reality;
lacking in love; and righteousness;
sent to an earthly duality.

The soul is the

The Kingdom Of Sleep

Sleep is a transitional kingdom of life;
in between heaven and hell;
where thoughts travel to end all strife;
and visions of love; often dwell.

It’s hard to imagine; that sleep is a place;
leaving physical images behind;
sleep might be thought a season of

The Kingdom Of Words

It’s been said; “Actions speak louder than words.”
But, from words, all actions begin;
transforming thoughts into nouns and verbs;
all creation began from within.

Languages flourished in the garden of life;
but every rose had a thorn;
every soul had a husband and wife;

Where Has Love Gone ?

Much of life; I had someone to love;
someone to help me, carry on;
energies raining from heaven, above;
suddenly love is now gone.

Babies, once, were the focus of our love;
we grandly celebrated their birth;
generally acknowledged; gifts from above;
now, many don’t

Vibrations Of Love

Most regard love as merely a thought;
but love is connective synergies;
by its flow; two into one, are brought;
love is the marriage of energies.

Thought is an energy of consciousness;
an eternal soul; at its very core;
reaching out; for eternal righteousness;
love is the

Time Stands Still

It is written; there’s a time for everything;
including both love and hate;
but such means there’s a time for anything;
to that; very few can relate.

With the passing of time; all have regrets;
memories become very selective;
it isn’t merely the old