REALITY

None are perfect; though expected to be;
and your critics will always be around;
for just as far as your eyes can see,
is where all your critics are found.

Tho we expect that most people are good;
we are often taken by surprise;
evil is lurking in nearly each

What is it about a woman and a man;
what’s so special about their touch?
Consider any other relationship you can;
and they don’t mean half as much.

What is it about when they embrace;
there’s nothing that feels the same;
both desiring to share the same

In reality, I’m just a mind;
a conscious, awareness being;
to my body; temporarily assigned;
my soul: that body, overseeing.

My soul was cast as a seed;
transformed; fashioned by Light;
tending to all of my need;
thought became my sight.

Hands and feet are mere illusions;
the physical

Sorrow rides in on a gentle breeze;
I’m uncertain as to his role;
much like a form of mind disease;
infecting my thoughts and soul.

How can memories, floating on air;
effect the thoughts on my mind;
or tragic thoughts, still be there;
by which, my emotions; defined?

Are

I am nothing more than a cowlick;
on top of the head of mankind;
standing straight up, like a stick;
as others lie down, more refined;

To say, that in a crowd, I standout;
is a most obvious conclusion;
my hair wants to scream and shout;
signifying it’s delusion.

He has opened the Veil to Wisdom;
wide open for everyone to see;
shattering any need for a schism;
gaining knowledge, that sets all free;

Why cannot everyone see it;
it’s clear as possibly can be;
so very few seem near it;
why is it apparent to me?

We

Planted as a seed; it was given its role;
designed to grow and become;
not knowing what be its ultimate goal;
to someday be joined to the One

When it was a sprout, fresh from the ground;
it was much different than nearly all others;
it didn’t blend in