Poems about Reality
Everything done is through His synergy;
for all actions I take; He accepts blame;
we’re One in the Consciousness energy;
for Love and all Life are the Same.
Emotions and feelings are matter, folded
and matter is energy compressed;
energy can become souls when molded;
and then, into matter,
I am this conscious energy mist;
floating and moving about;
a separate entity; by God I’m kissed;
I am me; there is no doubt.
But, what is this thing called me;
where have I been; where am I going?
A particle of thought; I seem to be;
from a
I am the period at the end of a sentence;
a comma on the one millionth page.
How does punctuation require repentance;
and I, in the book of life, engage?
I am but a single grain of sand,
amongst the trillions on beaches.
Can such a grain answer demand;
how
God’s eye is on the sparrow; exactly what does it mean?
For he is comprised of spirit; with no eyes or ears be seen.
And how did he create; without a blueprint or plan;
no storehouse of materials; no hammer in hand?
The only road that’s without end,
…The world had taken on an unusual feel;
it didn’t really seem to be there;
instead, it seemed to be almost surreal;
twas a reality devoid of where.
How could anything possibly matter;
all things; destined to be thin air?
Life had become about useless chatter;
played before others,
I saw a scene of spectacular beauty;
wondering if it was real.
It was like a scene from a movie;
that’s why it had such appeal.
Did such a place really exist;
or was it just a dream instead?
when I awoke, would it persist;
or, just like my
Scrapbooks collected and stacked high;
of lives, long gone and forgotten;
new generations keep wondering why;
some of them noble; some, rotten.
Lifetimes of memories gone to the grave;
what possibly could be their reasons?
Centuries of peoples did history enslave;
were they all to be lived for man’s
Always unleash the power of thought;
for words are such feeble expressions;
deep in the mind; the power of ought;
words are such poor confessions;
Words are silent shadows of thought;
thoughts affirm what’s deep inside;
words, whispering what they brought;
but depth of meaning, they hide.
Words are
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