Mankind was given the ultimate voice;
would he choose love or power?
In the garden of God, he made his choice;
he’d prefer to be King; than a flower.
The fruit taken from the fobidden tree,
was rich in the seeds of pride;
he made the choice for you
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REALITY
Poems about Reality
Mankind was given the ultimate voice;
would he choose love or power?
In the garden of God, he made his choice;
he’d prefer to be King; than a flower.
The fruit taken from the fobidden tree,
was rich in the seeds of pride;
he made the choice for you
Many of us think we have it so bad;
and everything seems to go wrong;
tho we vacillate from happy to sad;
our lives are merely our song.
We made most of our life choices;
tho some; made out of desperation;
sometimes, due to other voices;
we think life is
Many like to follow in another’s footsteps;
to determine where they should go;
they feel uncomfortable following precepts;
for there’s so little wisdom we know.
But footprints leave us to doubt their nobility;
what can be learned by footsteps, found?
We can tell virtually nothing about their ability;
Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.
Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.
The
…Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.
Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.
The
…Life is not somewhere; out there;
everything resides within;
it was never another place; where;
it’s the ocean, all life swims in.
Reality is just another name for infinity;
including all spectrums; unknown and known;
encompassing all consciousness and divinity;
a truth, that once, was God all alone.
The
…All of life began as an empty slate;
where all possible stories are written;
a veritable feast with an empty plate;
and nothing, on earth, was forbidden.
All new trees, devoid of their leaves;
the color of green; then introduced;
death, born; and then, all life grieves;
once dead, allowed