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I Am
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
That which refreshes my soul.
That which renews my life.
That which gives life meaning.
That which gives purpose to existence.
That which gives center, balance,
Quietly directing our pathways.
That which our consciousness innately
Understands is right or wrong.
That which is beautiful from any angle,
In any light, from any distance.
That which cannot be changed, disfigured,
Or transformed into anything but beautiful.
That which is true to life forever.
That which lives in truth throughout eternity.
That which brings peaceful serenity
As it strips away falsehoods by knowledge.
That which makes the unique, alone,
Thrills us, yet challenges us onward.
That in us which cannot be denied
But accepted and exalted in reverence.
The I AM of the Universe, Father of Lights,
The Alpha and Omega, first and last,
Which lived, died, yet lives again forevermore.
That is what we recognize in ourselves! HIM!
Glorify His Name in all places, at all times
That your days may be long, your peace steady.
Praise Him in all things, for all blessings.
Place your feet upon the path and follow HIM!
I Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
I Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda
And a horse named Opportunity
Gallops off into the sunset
Carrying an empty saddle!
It’s Not As It Appears
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
From Ming Dynasty
To urbane travesty,
Ancient pyramids,
Ages untold.
Mysteries beneath the sea,
Treasures beyond measure,
Yet all that glitters is not gold.
Old wisdom,
New wisdom,
Colors broken by a prism.
Rainbows cast in a cloudy sky.
Men haggle, question, and reason,
Searching the horizon for why.
A diamond in the rough is not enough.
Infinitesimal reaches of space,
Men scurry and race
To conquer and know the unknown,
Striving to be first,
To quench the unquenchable thirst
Of knowledge —
Or is it greed? —
Which pushes men toward the stars.
The well-worn shoe now cramps the foot.
Radio and television
Have created an invasion
Into history and lifestyles
With forceful persuasion.
Minds spoon-fed such
A diet of sensation
Soon lose innovation
And imagination.
A rose picked from the vine quickly loses its beauty.
The Veils
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Layers of veils
Drawn over the mind,
Shut out light of knowledge,
Shielding hope from mankind.
The first one blots out charity,
It’s called the veil of “Greed.”
The second is called “Suspicion,”
And curtails doing good deeds.
The third one is “Jealousy and Envy,”
Stops our hearts from being kind.
The fourth is “Indifference and Falsehood,”
Makes people follow along blind.
The fifth is the darkest–
It’s simply known as “Hate,”
Yet the shining light
Of Love can penetrate.
Regardless of how tightly
These veils are drawn,
They can be opened by Knowledge
As night surrenders to dawn.
Ever so slowly now,
The veils begin to part.
Understanding rushes in, beginning to win,
Over the mind and into the heart.
At last they’re completely open,
Not able to stand Love’s bright decree.
The harsh light of Truth assisted,
And together they set you free.
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