Ghostly Mist

I am a child; offspring of the King;
ageless, and bearing little worth;
doing my best, Wisdom to bring;
for it was my purpose to birth.

I’ve traveled this road many times before;
attempting to love and to share;
now, I find myself traveling it once more;
to show

In The Cloud

There is a place, up in the air;
we learned to store information;
it isn’t really a place or where;
for it’s the knowledge plantation.

Knowledge, has always been there;
tho we think we’re the first to bring.
But, far more is stored in that where;
for

Motives Are For Others

I often wonder why others plan,
those things they desire to hide;
often thinking I’d like to scan;
to discover their motives inside.

But motives are designs by others;
not made for my eyes to see;
thoughts of sisters and brothers;
not meant for the likes of me.

What

Each Day As The Last

Live each day, as if, the last;
let love be your goodbye;
only this persona has passed;
to soul, death doesn’t apply.

We’re here to build each other;
to strengthen love’s holy bond;
to build up sister and brother;
for future journeys, beyond.

It isn’t a

What's In A Word

What is contained within a word;
how is it that it holds such power?
It seems more than a bit absurd;
a word can become man or flower.

A word is the mode of transition;
the pearl derived from the clam.
A manner of material transmission;
such a Word, becoming

Duality

Ever suspected you’ve lived before;
that this isn’t your only time;
perhaps, you’ll even live once more;
your character, to refine.

Reality is an unbelievable complexity;
well beyond what we can imagine;
truths, the Master prevents, we see;
a reality, none can fathom.

We exist in two

Different

Understand, we are all very different;
no two are exactly alike;
even personalities are dissident;
some get along; and some fight.

Understand, it had to be that way;
no other circumstance would be fair;
imagine, arriving at work one day;
and discovering you’re already there.

No two fingerprints; exactly

Destiny vs Free Will

So you think your life’s about choice;
you can choose to do what you do?
But destiny has his very own voice;
views life much different than you.

Sometimes we hurry throughout the day;
destiny has a much slower gait;
we always want to have our own way;
but

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