Consciousness

My mind was awash with opportunity;
brought forth by sentimentality;
awareness, driven to the brink of lunacy;
confronting the puzzle of reality.

Consciousness created all that is seen;
and all of the unseen, as well.
Consciousness is the ultimate dream;
everything, outside it, is hell .

Consciousness possesses unlimited power;
creating all that’s been made;
the Artist painting each delicate flower;
and, each tree, giving us shade.

Consciousness flows as a living stream;
bringing about all forms of life;
the energy of love is the Master’s theme;
darkness, replaced by the Light..

Consciousness tends to ebb and flow;
tho thoughts are devoid of space;
becoming words, with no place to go;
new thoughts are born, to replace.

Consciousness wrote the Book of Life;
living thoughts, found on each page;
we’re simply actors seeking his Light;
given consciousness by the Sage.

Life, itself, is nothing but thought;
the day transitioning to night;
death; the means, the Master wrought;
returning all life to the Light.

Monty 7/27/22. # 1,228