Birth is but a dimensional door;
allowing that we enter within;
we’re drawn thru it; to explore;
and permit new life to begin.
We were living energy, before;
we didn’t come in as new life;
we’ve survived many an encore;
embracing adventures and strife.
The same door; is the door of death;
returning, to where we’re from.
The essence of life isn’t a last breath;
it’s a connection with the ultimate One.
We can’t decide, one way or the other;
we are here to explore in a role;
Any such decision by a sister or brother;
would be, an assault on our soul.
This door of life, swings both ways;
a permanent connection to Him, above;
deciding who it is, that comes or stays;
is only made by the Master of Love.
To come or go is never my decision;
it was never meant to be choice.
We cannot trust thoughts or vision;
all only heed the Master’s voice.
Death is but a dimensional door;
requiring that we enter and learn;
we’re drawn thru it; to explore;
and then, to His garden, return.