Only Now

Only Now

There is neither a future, nor past;
longevity plays no role;
nothing is diminished or amassed;
time doesn’t create a soul.

We are the Master’s infinite image;
no future or past; have we;
we are both children and lineage;
we’re an image of reality.

Time

Body And Soul

Body And Soul

Today, we reside in a physical incarnation;
one which plays an essential role;
all troubles lead to wisdom’s foundation;
requiring a joining of body and soul.

The body was created as a temporal being;
it was never designed to last;
an illusion of thoughts; from a

The Womb Of Perfection

The Womb Of Perfection

The womb is the home of life’s creation;
from Consciousness, all came to be;
eternity was created by love’s proliferation;
when life was given its liberty.

The womb was created by Consciousness;
from thoughts, in the kingdom of light;
imbued with the Master’s

The Mystery Called Life

This Mystery Called Life

What is reality; from where did it evolve;
can it’s origin come from its history;
when did this planet first begin to revolve;
the entire creation is bathed in mystery.

Is reality some sort of physical creation;
if so; how did it all come to

Controlling Tomorrow

Controlling Tomorrow

How can I ever control tomorrow;
when I can’t even change today?
Tomorrow brings even more sorrow;
all we can do is to pray.

It often seems that time has control,
over the events of man;
perhaps time’s an enemy of the soul;
can I ever

God's Aching Feet

God’s Aching Feet

It’s said we’re made in God’s image;
and I sincerely believe it’s true;
we are more than made in his lineage;
a separate part of him, we imbue.

We’re said to be God’s hands and feet;
and tho that seems

Transitioning Into Love

Transitioning Into Love

I am a child of the Master’s thought;
a whisper; becoming a shout;
a rebellious toddler; from infant, brought;
a love; begging to come out.

I began as a seed in the Master’s mind;
planted in his garden above;
I was most meticulously designed;
for

Look Within

Look Within

We’re warned by the Master; not to judge;
it simply isn’t our place;
still, man judges; unwilling to budge;
lacking the Master’s grace.

Keenly aware of the sins; all around;
we become both judge and jury;
watching, for whatever evil is found;
we often react

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