A Ghost Called The Soul
I’m now living in a world of dreams;
physicality is my current role;
but, everything is not what it seems;
I am a ghost called the soul.
This physical body is but a shell;
destined to perish soon;
the earth is only an image of hell;
the grave becomes a womb.
Earth is a realm of severe limitations;
physicality is most restrictive;
still it’s a world of great expectations;
its mystery becomes addictive.
This universe is merely a hologram;
an illusion created by light;
a dream world created by the I Am;
a realm of sound and sight.
We see this life as our one and only;
in death; we think all will end;
without love; we all become lonely;
this life is when we pretend.
Reality is a universe; beyond our reach;
our futures are destined to be;
this kingdom is only the ocean’s beach;
a subtle glimpse of eternity.
Beyond this world; I cannot conceive;
pretending is my Ghostly role;
in God’s love; I’ve come to believe;
I am a ghost called the soul.
Monty 1.8.26. # 3,142