We all have set sail on the ocean of thought;
dreaming of reaching an enchanted place;
a dream world embodying all that ought;
and yet, pure thought, requiring no space.
Our mind creates an idyllic creation;
thought’s perfection, with no omissions;
a dream world for a perfect vacation;
reality fashioned, with no wrong decisions.
Unfortunately this dream cannot last;
a mere mixture of a fog and a mist;
thoughts of matter; much like the past;
no woman of my dream can be kissed.
The enchanted island fails as a dream;
if reality’s what we can see and feel.
Can thought, by itself; enhance self esteem;
though providing a love that’s unreal?
Reality, itself, is much like a snowball;
rolling down hill and gathering size;
thought into matter; a continuous snowfall;
upon reaching the bottom, matter supplies.
The material creation began as a plan;
Thought designed and created it’s blueprint;
it’s transition to matter, then began;
descending to become the Master’s footprint.
Thoughts created; unaware of separation;
illusions below; and the mind still above;
kingdom below; became material degradation;
while the mind was given the permanence of love.
Once again free; to sail an ocean of Thought;
life’s mind was freed of the burden of pardon;
plotting it’s course to this island which ought;
the soul found land, near Eden’s Garden.