A footnote of me, is all I ask,
that history records of me;
when my life, dissolves into past;
it’s what I would like to be.
That a few might even take note;
that I had one time passed by;
seems more than a little remote;
such thought bring
Poems about Reality
A footnote of me, is all I ask,
that history records of me;
when my life, dissolves into past;
it’s what I would like to be.
That a few might even take note;
that I had one time passed by;
seems more than a little remote;
such thought bring
Ever notice some people like to give advice;
they usually think they know better.
But before you follow, you’d better think twice;
especially if they seem a go-getter.
Struggling to know how to fix their own lives,
in no way inhibits what they do;
for, they have no power
The Aura is the energy’s soul;
foundation for creation of life;
creating a Silhouette is it’s role;
becoming the Silhouette’s wife.
Silhouette and Aura; inseperable;
Light, interwoven with energy;
body, without Aura; irreparable;
for they form a perfect synergy.
Light created a holographic illusion;
the Aura intermingled;
They gathered together from everywhere;
no traveling was actually involved;
each, merely thoughts, from here and there;
their physicality, long since, dissolved.
They each shared a deep family connection;
and each, somehow knew, all others;
each, had once earned their Father’s rejection;
and, all were sisters and brothers.
They
…I’m looking out the window to Infinity;
and nothing is out there to see;
for, I am a part of the eternal Divinity;
all that I’m seeing is really me.
There exists One entirety; a singular Entity;
of which all reality has its own role;
such is the
You may not believe that it’s true;
but, you’re inside; looking out;
take the time to think it through.
What is this reality about?
Perception’s merely a form of thought;
and thoughts are never the same;
a whirl of energies, to this, brought;
all in the Master’
Driving an empty country road;
engulfed by an emptiness within;
reality seemed almost to implode;
and I didn’t know where to begin.
The scenery was peaceful and serene;
but my mind was devoid of purpose;
through it’s midst, ran a flowing stream;
and life, seemed peaceful on its
It’s all synchronicity, my dear one;
whether for worse or for better;
ever since all life had begun;
our souls are wedded together.
We are not all separate entities;
as we all supposed it to be;
instead, we’re forms of divinities;
servants to the Master; yet free.
It’
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