REALITY

The Loose Thread

Every sweater has a loose thread;
shoe strings are easily broken;
many dress, like an unmade bed;
cruel words are often spoken.

Perfection has no discernible face;
tho often claimed by a fool;
most who lead; lead to disgrace;
becoming the devil’s tool.

We spend our

Multidimensional Reality

Life exists in at least three dimensions;
perhaps, a great many more;
meant to serve the Master’s intensions;
that which is now; has been before.

Many think we live in a physical place;
defined by length, width, and height;
but, reality has a more complex face;
consciousness

Living Waters Of Love

We’re all leaves on the tree of life;
destined to flourish; then die;
enduring the heartbreaks and strife;
while, often, wondering why.

We began our lives as seeds;
then, growing into a root;
living water provided our needs;
consciousness; our fruit.

The colors of life

The Uneasy Meek

We all are simply bundles of energy;
living out the human condition;
our thoughts; a blending of synergy;
each gifted, for a unique mission.

We’re energies; within a thunderstorm;
waves; rushing upon the beach;
tho, many are different; others conform;
each; with lessons to teach.

Some

A Ghost Called The Soul

I’m now living in a world of dreams;
physicality is my current role;
but, everything is not what it seems;
I am a ghost called the soul.

This physical body is but a shell;
destined to perish soon;
the earth is only an image

Living In The Past

I awaken, yet, to another today;
my only focus, is tomorrow;
my past, often seems in my way;
with its troubles and sorrow.

Although I cannot change the past;
that past remains my home;
I keep believing it cannot last;
since it’s made me so

The Indefatigable Will

Fatigue is the great enemy of determination;
whenever there’s a problem to solve;
our will must deal with recurring frustration;
persistence; another name for resolve.

Our will is the core of all that we believe;
the foundation of our every thought;
a fabric of reality every

Cradle To Grave

All lives are lived, cradle to grave;
none of us can do any more;
our memories are the roads, we pave;
we are the ones keeping score.

No one born, can assess his own life;
our guilt; prohibits, we do;
overwhelmed by heartbreaks and strife;
we hold