Poems about Reality
Why is happiness an unreachable star;
where do all the flaws begin;
why must there be a near and far;
and why is there fat and thin?
Why cannot happiness remain supreme;
why must tragedies begin;
can’t we just live the life of our dream;
must sorrows always butt
I’m riding the waves on the ocean of being;
but, there isn’t any water involved;
much like if I were to be downhill skiing;
and, to snow, that water resolved.
These are waves that energy has brought;
and I’m riding them on my mind;
seeking a reality
Often defined, a line, or crease in the skin;
indicating the onset of advanced aging;
or, sometimes; a furrowed brow may begin;
to suggest that your mind is engaging.
Whichever the case; one thing is quite sure;
when wrinkles, to your face, have come;
a fact we must face, and
We’re often obsessed with our appearance;
physical traits of strength and beauty;
considerations of complete insignificance;
in dereliction of all of our duty.
Our physical bodies are Light illusions;
three dimensional moving pictures;
the mind will lead to truth’s conclusions;
we are not at all physical fixtures;
The
…All seeds began as mere kernels of thought;
the beginings of all life’s productions;
bringing forth, what the Master wrought;
infused with the Master’s instructions.
From seeds, a kingdom of plants began;
then, all animals of every kind.
From a seed of the dust, was created a man;
Consciousness is an awareness mist;
the great undiscovered energy;
usually ignored and largely dismissed;
none can explain, what it could be.
Consciousness; devoid of size or shape;
invisible and odorless as well;
can think, calculate, and create;
it is the mind; as best we can tell.
Consciousness is the fountain
…I was tired of having no place to go;
being all alone, carries its cost;
it was wintertime; and I loved snow;
just sitting at home; I was lost.
I was shopping alone; nothing to buy;
trying to find, something to fit;
but, there was nothing my size, to try;
Man was fashioned from the dust;
and, as dust, I was destined to stay;
it’s required, that, in God I’ll trust;
for, I only have feet made of clay.
Throughout life, I began to mature;
but failures oft stood in my path;
for the things of life that
