Bullion Grey Poems

(In the vast research I have been guided in, this profound thought has been revealed to me. I use to go around saying I am a 'co-creating'. Source of Divine Power opened my sight and gave this revelation that I was a Cosmic Library Worker and not an originator.)
Thanks be to God
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My sharing with a friend, she said to me: 'How do you know it is true? '
I ended up with 'I cannot know for 100% if something is true.'
She said 'When you have that belief, how does it make you feel? '
I said 'Filled with confusion and questions that lead to more confusions and questions.'
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In a dream while I slept,
illusions presented themselves'
as if they were fed to my dream from another.
Unthinking as I was, I let go of cause,
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Mining my private cloud of ideas, it becomes apparent that if I never asked the right question, I will have never arrived at the right answer.

Leaving questions unanswered made me think that I cannot ask all possible questions anyway, not in one lifetime. What does that make me think?
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A Mystical Dragon went about it's day,
when a Mystical white bird flew in sky,
as a Mystical fire burned away,
while Mystical butterflies soared up high.
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Was there an architect that before went on,
to design our collection of imaginary worlds?
Or we are part of each we feel or see,
not intruders to this mystical gathering of experiences?
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How Poem became to be
One letter spoke to another.
It was the letter P. P spoke to O and they became friends.
As P & O hung out, they met with E. E liked P and O so they decided to stick together.
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Wanting a poem is like setting on an adventure.
It takes your heart and mind on a mental/spiritual journey that passes compassion, as it is so much more. Encourages consideration thru beauty, and becomes apart of the seeker of the poem.

While the mystical conjunction is more than words jumbled, it gives the reader a certain contentment which surpasses all understanding. Whether practical or more it emparts joy, or sadness, which is drama, what life is often made of.
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