Birth is the dawn of enduring Light;
bringing forth a brand new day;
a fresh reality, overcomes the night;
Light’s illusions providing the way.
The day holds court for a season;
and the dread of night, dispelled.
Then, for some purpose or reason;
that day; by the night, is repelled.
Death, suddenly, takes back the Light;
recovering his hallowed ground.
Once again; reality becomes night;
with its darkness all around.
Thus marks Life’s constant ebb and flow;
coming and going with rhythmic precision;
destined, periodically, to come and go;
in response to the Master’s decision.
What seems the truth on the surface;
is merely an illusion at best;
behind it all, is its ultimate purpose;
an answer to the Master’s quest.
Life begins in the ocean of thought;
then flows to the isle of expression;
while there; its lessons are taught;
then death begins the regression.
Life is eternal; it has always been;
awareness in the ocean of thought;
each time a cycle of life begins;
comes a creation God wrought.