In a garden above; in the heavenly realm;
the Master sits on His throne;
with the King of kings at the ship’s helm;
a world of Thought, all alone.
The only reality there has ever been;
the kingdom of Thought and Love;
an illusion cast down; another to begin;
a mere shadow of the kingdom above.
The soul of the man was sent below;
a seed in the garden of physical birth;
in stature and love; destined to grow;
in this lower kingdom called earth.
Only our bodies require the five senses;
in the garden, all, is according to thought;
for, it achieves sight, without eye’s lenses;
and no sound is required to be brought.
It’s only our thought that sees and hears;
no sight or sound, without them exists;
thought even created both eyes and ears;
but, they only give thought an assist.
Whatever He conceives; will fully become;
thoughts to reality, He’ll bring;
and the Evil within it; will succumb;
for, Consciousness is God the King.
The Master commanded all be free;
let freedom’s flag be unfurled;
for, greater is He that is in thee;
than he that is in the World.