REALITY

I thought of a day, many years ago;
events were so clear on my mind;
I found myself wanting to know;
how reality is truly defined.

Thoughts were not the same as sight;
in some ways they were more clear;
I could sense sadness and feel delight;
by viewing my

Sitting at the dinning room table,
so many winters ago;
it almost seemed a fable,
as I watched the falling snow.

For it was half a century of years
since that mid winters day;
with other memories, laughter, and tears,
to wipe that memory away.

But, nevertheless, it still existed,

An island in the midst of a limitless ocean,
is that which my soul seems to be;
separated from land by simple erosion;
while maintaining connection with me.

I’m not really land at all;
but I come from the very same dust.
For all material, both large and small,

There’s a new Wind blowing;
the evil wind’s all gone.
Away, havoc is going;
and it’s time evil moves on.

Evil laid waste all around;
his reign of terror descend;
all wickedness is drowned;
and now, his reign is at end.

Its so hard to start all

An Energy approaches;
its almost always near;
my territory; it encroaches;
it oft embraces fear.

It brings about all Good;
yet holds a certain dread;
it brings about all that could;
and all that might be said.

An Elixer; a cure for anything;
and all that comes about;
encompasing all;

Thoughts are perfected communication;
telling someone what another one means;
they never require complex mediation;
thoughts about the facts; just as it seems.

Thoughts are always poignant and pure;
while words often trip and fall;
thoughts can even explain the obscure;
words often say nothing at all.

Thoughts; a mixture

I am an iceburg, on an endless ocean;
searching to find warmer water;
life, itself, seems in slow motion;
like sheep, I’m led to a slaughter.

For when I reach the warmth that I seek;
and into that ocean, dissolve;
I, as a being, will cease be unique;
and

Life is the energy of every day;
the Author of the book;
Director of the play;
and all that creation took.

Reality is what you make it;
it’s all within your mind;
and no one else can take it;
it’s by yourself defined.

Created by your very thought;