While walking through a meadow of tall grass;
a gentle breeze brushed the side of my face;
I could feel the gentleness as the wind passed;
as the Master; the wind, had displaced.
The dreamworld doesn’t posess such a feeling;
we can only experience whatever we think;
but in this kingdom, we find energies appealing;
as though we’ve been drawn to eternity’s brink.
Warmth of sunshine, drys the rain from my face;
granting its peace to my soul;
a gentle touch from the Master’s embace;
for love is the Master’s role.
What are all these textures and energies;
and why do they prompt such reaction?
The life of this kingdom is all synergies;
our consciousness absorbing satisfaction.
Does the breeze or sun’s warmth, exist;
or are thoughts on your mind, their role?
We believe that an outside world persists;
but, could it be an illusion of the soul?
Thought is the only true reality;
it exists outside time and space;
exhibiting an illusion of physicality
earth is the picture of God’s grace.
A gentle breeze is a thought of God’s love;
an integral part of the Master’s plan;
intervening from the kingdom above;
representing the touch of the Master’s hand.