Truth

The Truth is what works, some say
A mind frame for which they dearly pay.

They create their own prison
Invent techniques with their reason
To free themselves from their bondage
And get out of their self-made cage.

And they believe in their technique
Even though of madness it may reek;
To anyone who'd listen they speak
Of this panacea for the meek and weak.

But in truth I can forge a chain
Shackle my ankle with my own brain
In my own mental prison can remain;
Although it works, it is insane.

In truth a chain is still a chain
Whether made by hands or the brain.
No matter how much I complain
If I build my chain, in it remain,
And if I free myself with strain
Very soon I'll forge another again.

Chain and key truth works just as they say
But in truth, it's a recurring way
An illusion driving me astray
Till I awake to light of day.
And for enlightenment pray
Embrace Truth as my only way.

And while I sat there quietly,
Waiting for some sign,
I heard a gentle voice say,

"Oh, dearest child of mine ...
Do you think I really care
About the time of day,
Or whether you are standing up,
Or kneeling when you pray?"

"I don't care about your posture,
Or about the place you choose;
Just open up your soul to me,
I have no other rules.

Tell me what is in your heart,
And tell me what you seek;
Tell me of your sorrows,
And of those things that made you weak."

"Speak to me in private
About what concerns you most;
I know about your good deeds ...
You have no need to boast.

My child, you don't need lessons,
Just talk to me each day;
Tell me anything you want, dear child,
Anyone can pray."

Peace is perfectly natural.
All it asks is that you let it fill your heart.

Yet peace can become so deeply buried that you might forget it's there.
Take a moment, though, to dwell on peace, and it begins to rise within you.

The world may seem to be filled with strife, anxiety, violence and confusion.
Yet peace endures, and is always close at hand.

Peace is ready to be lived at any moment. Let it be, and it is with you.
Let peace be in you, and it will radiate out from you.
Nourish peace within your heart, and that peace will spread beyond you.

Instead of being angry or resentful that others do not know peace, be thankful that you can give it.
And then lovingly let peace come from you.

GOD is like...
BAYER ASPIRIN
He works miracles.


GOD is like...
a FORD
He's got a better idea.


GOD is like...
COKE
He's the real thing.


This is great


GOD is like...
HALLMARK CARDS
He cares enough to send His very best.


GOD is like...
TIDE
He gets the stains out that others leave behind.


GOD is like...
GENERAL ELECTRIC
He brings good things to life.


GOD is like...
SEARS
He has everything.


GOD is like...
ALKA-SELTZER
Try him, you'll like Him.


GOD is like...
SCOTCH TAPE
You can't see him, but you know He's there.


GOD is like...
DELTA
He's ready when you are.


GOD is like...
ALLSTATE
You're in good hands with Him.


GOD is like...
VO-5 Hair Spray
He holds through all kinds of weather.


GOD is like...
DIAL SOAP
Aren't you glad you have Him? Don't you wish everybody did?


GOD is like...
the U.S. POST OFFICE
Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His appointed destination.



COMPARISON OF GOD IS NOT POSSIBLE. HE IS THE ONLY ONE

"GOD whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience,
but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world"

Believe

Jesus shunned the Pharisees, money changers and scribes
Caabah's idol breaker, history Mohammed describes
Black stone and the cross replaced what once was gold
As though people need an image to them as god sold;
Unless they can imagine, visualize, touch or hold
No matter what prophets say, the masses true ways scold,
They do not want to believe in an unimagined god
They worship a rock or wood, make a symbol of cod.

Even in our modern times, idols of old age
Have been scoffed and gone, treated with outrage
But we are still lacking in believing in god
Cunning idols of our time have replaced stone, wood and cod
Rampant formulism, raging materialism
In our heart and mind install cynicism;
We worship fame and wealth, run away with fear
Security, money, commitment, all we hear
Yet in no real way anyone's getting near
To the unimaginable that we all hold so dear.

Multitudes in any place, or any time they live
Simply do not believe, but believe that they believe.

Lost Child
Lost ChildWith uplifted arms I pray
God all knowing, show me Thy way
Make me a channel of Thy light
Bring to this earth much delight
And help me strive to love like Thee
And through wisdom, other gods flee.
Break the illusion, clearly see
And try to live my destiny.
Oh God help me know forever Thee
Are close to me, with me, in me.

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