Driftwood

I am driftwood on the river of life;
floating on the waves of reality;
my thoughts exist in a different place;
the function of life’s duality.

I am who I am; and what I’ll become;
destiny determines the flow;
where I go and what I’ll have done;
only the Master can know.

I was created to become a companion;
high above, in a heavenly place;
to forever live in another dominion;
a realm without time, or space.

I am the creation of love’s simplicity;
a driftwood of thought on a lonely mind;
a prodigal son; guilty of complicity;
fearful of leaving all loves behind.

I am most fearfully and wondrously made;
this physical body is only an illusion;
tempted to live out my physical charade;
until I flow to this life’s conclusion.

Of the flow of destiny; I have no control;
the Master manages all winds that flow;
for I’m only a driftwood piece of a soul;
swimming through life, to grow.

I am driftwood on the river of life;
my seed was planted in a garden, above;
the stream, I’m in; imposes strife;
the river of life, is the river of Love.

Monty 2/9/23. # 1,449