Dimension Of Perfection
I feel the fog of fatigue, drifting in;
knowing such thought is a ruse;
the truth of reality still abides, within;
an image of fog is just an excuse.
Fatigue is only a lack of concentration;
it is always within our control;
we all are images of a higher elevation;
heaven is the home of the soul.
My thoughts are held in captivity, below;
my dreams remain in heaven above;
the wages of sin are to help me to grow;
God’s only punishment is love.
Mind and body are permanently connected;
the soul lives in two dimensions;
the physical realm is thoughts, reflected;
bringing images of all intentions
Whatsoever we think; we shall become;
thoughts are life’s foundation;
in eternity; all will blend into one;
love is the purpose of creation.
Heaven is the dimension of perfection;
earth is the temporary home of sin;
perfection; cannot countenance rejection;
only love is allowed to come in.
I presently live in a holographic universe;
by light images; cast into the night;
a temporary prison born of the curse;
in death; I’ll return to the Light.
Monty 8.24.25. # 2,935