A Walk With The Master
My mind is taking it’s daily stroll;
wandering thru a forest of thought;
the mind, is the voice of the soul,
and, it spoke of heresies brought.
Reality is full of truths, to uncover;
but the river of time flows thin;
so much the mind yearns to discover;
but it doesn’t know where to begin.
All heresy is nothing, but an opinion;
that differs from an arrogant crowd;
those, outside established dominion;
dare not utter their thoughts aloud.
Consciousness is the established truth;
we know, personally, it truly exists;
we’ve all had awareness since youth;
and much of our scenery, persists.
Only thought, itself, is a true reality;
creating illusions, and dreams;
once experienced to a physical finality,
we find life is not all that it seems.
Is it God’s voice; telling me to forgive;
are his whispers, thoughts on my mind;
is he ultimately teaching me how to live;
are his thoughts and mine aligned?
We think of God’s voice as booming thunder;
resounding below, from the heavens above;
reality will eventually cast heresy asunder;
for, the voice of God, resonates love.
Monty 2/15/22. # 976