Poems about Reality
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’
…Many often speak of the shadow of death;
but exactly what does it mean?
The soul will never experience last breath;
for death is but an illusive dream.
Only the body, both breathes and dies;
the soul, itself, is made of energy.
A soul cannot die; even should it try;
Do you know for certain that others exist;
perhaps, they’re only thoughts on the mind;
consider those senses of which you consist;
is it by them, that reality’s defined?
Neither of your eyes really see anything;
they only allow light to flow in;
So, just what is it,
