The Library of Life

hero and villain

The story evolves
one page at a time.
The author develops the
plot with twists and turns,
heroes and villains appear
quest ever in the forefront.

Is there a predetermined plot
the writer must follow,
a formula for the genre?
Are there any original stories,
or is this plot repeated
seven billion times a day?
We think our life is so unique
that we suffer like no other,
that our fears and dreams
are specific to us, that others
could never understand.

Yet we all are born, suffer,
have fun and fears
work, accomplish and fail.
In the end, we die…everyone,
regardless of the plot.
Each, both the villain
and the hero, just another
story in the library of life.

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A Pound

I get rid of the pound.
It creeps back again.
I buy lighter shoes.
It’s still there.
Like the birthday candle
you can’t blow out,
this pound relentlessly
comes back each time
I starve it off,
its brother just lurking
around the corner.

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Our Own Free Will


Source does not impose
worship, slavish service, or
punishment for we must
in our own hearts voluntarily
recognize and love Him.

The Creator does not
coerce or compel
leaving us with free will

It is our own choosing
to give the gift of
following God’s will
that brings us closer
to Source in all
His loving perfection.

When we become truly
God-conscious discovering
the indwelling presence
of Source, it is a natural
evolution to see more
contact, more understanding
of this supreme connection.

Ultimately we awaken to the knowing
that we are not separate,
that we are truly One with All.

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The Ultimate Quest


The sublime search
for the Creator of
universes is the supreme
adventure of a lifetime.

The Quest
heroes and villains
We write our stories
with time and tears
never quite sure
how the story will end.

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Mystery of Mysteries


The Divine Presence
within man is the mystery
of mysteries. Unfathomable
is the idea of God within us–
imperfect mankind. Yet
we experience this inner
whisper, this silent knowing,
this universal longing, a need
to return to Source, salmons
swimming upstream against all odds.

Are we born with this Force…
even the most wicked? Does it
come only when invited or is
it innate? Questions with no
answers, life-times of searching.

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What Is It?

asking God a question

Father, God, Spirit, Lord
Creator, Source, our list
of names seems endless as
does our compilation of
theory about what this
Force might be.

What did the prophet mean
when he said, “There is none
besides Him.” Did he mean that
there are no other gods or that
all that exists is a fantasy of
the Creator? Is all of this a huge
daydream of some incomprehensible
Source? Or is this world only
what we see…no more, no less.
We live, we die, we’re gone.

Oh, how we gnaw this bone.
so sure we have
THE answer
yet in the dark
of the night
our doubt and confusion
slips out
surrounding us
with fear and loneliness.

There is none besides Him.

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Those Not Ready


Should we offer words
of comfort to those who
can not hear? One can not
teach those who yet do not
have the capacity to learn.
Show them compassion,
bind their wounds, then leave
them in the hands of the Lord.

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