Forest Of Memories

Last night, I strolled down a forest road;
it was only a journey of the mind;
a flash of past memories, simply explode;
for, that’s how thoughts are designed.

Memories; scrapbooks of all things thought;
flow by; like cumulous clouds, above;
laying waste, to everything I’d wrought;
gently

No Matter What

Life is an empty canvas you paint;
at least that’s what some feel;
such thinking seems a bit quaint;
but, how do we know it’s real?

Others think life’s a book that we write;
but, isn’t that just more of the same;
we, who scarcely know

The Collage Of Life

All of life came out of an energy collage;
an intricate patchwork, made life’s birth;
God sent Light down, as a rainbow corsage;
promising, never again, to flood the earth.

Consciousness was the sum of God’s energy;
guarded by the Cherubim’s sword;
in a garden created by

What Is Truth

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One king asked the Master:  “What is truth?”
as a wild crowd clamored for death;
many sought the same answers from youth;
and , discover it, with their last breath.

Truth only applies in the kingdom above;
lies suffice, in the kingdom below;
all those who abide in the Master’

The Color Of Envy

Why is it we associate colors with mood;
like, when sad, we’re feeling blue?
Green is considered the color of envy;
and it’s green that many imbue.

Why is it that we want what others have;
no matter, what it may be;
is gaining it from them, the

The Artist Unveiled

I am the artist of my own painting;
a self-portrait; most excellent, indeed;
I was taught, by the Master, reigning;
He, rather than I, saw its need.

The Master was unable to serve as example;
since, He is perfect, in every way;
my failures and weakness; more than ample;
that

Green Grass Of Summer

All life develops, from seed to adult;
coming about within seasons;
reborn after death; the natural result;
life cycles have their own reasons.

The grasses provide a seasonal example;
growing in day; at night, they slumber;
the water, gained from rainfall, is ample;
giving us all, the green grass of

Man 2.0

From the moment God said, “Let there be Light,”
illusions of reality, have been on a path;
while energies turned into day, from night;
among His creations, was wrath.

Originally created by God as the man;
made in the Master’s image;
a being, central to the Master’s plan;

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