REALITY

Dimension Of Perfection

I feel the fog of fatigue, drifting in;
knowing such thought is a ruse;
the truth of reality still abides, within;
an image of fog is just an excuse.

Fatigue is only a lack of concentration;
it is always within our control;
we all are images of

All Become One

In the beginning was infinite consciousness;
a realm extending above and below;
the energies of love planted righteousness;
life was created to eternally flow.

Thought became words; then flesh came to be;
such was the flow of creation;
images of light; became illusions of reality;
giving life

The Kingdom Unseen

Life isn’t about what people think;
it’s just one of unlimited pages;
those who thirst; are invited to drink;
the wisest, among us, are sages.

We are parts of a great Consciousness;
all seeking to find our way;
truth leads to all righteousness;
tho lies

A Waste Of Time

Everything happens in the essence of time;
at least, that’s what’s been said;
tho time remains in the hands of the divine;
we think we control it; instead.

Time is more precious than silver or gold;
a gem of infinite worth;
time can neither

Madeline, My Madeline

Oh, Madeline, my Madeline;
I know not where you are;
I lost you, nearly a decade ago;
and searched; near and far.

I always return to our empty house;
where bugs and spiders dwell;
missing my artist and loving spouse;
my heaven, transformed to hell.

Now, you’

The Essence Of Love

There is an infinite, natural connection;
one of both relevance and mystery;
one, far beyond mere physical affection;
shaping every element of history.

Consciousness cannot remain all alone;
all aspects must fit; hand in glove;
each personality must feel at home;
such is the essence of

The Precipice Of Life


The storms of death came flowing in;
waves of darkness; canceling light;
I, who was outside, now am within;
standing on the precipice of life;

I‘d felt at peace; my mind conforming;
now standing on the brink of reality;
all life’s storms; come without

Wasting Time

We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.

What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as