It was a lifetime ago; or so it seemed;
places and people; no longer here;
a cloudy mist, as tho it’d been dreamed;
its very presence, become austere.
Maintaining an aura of energy sensitivity;
my thoughts became what I feel;
consciousness demonstrated no proclivity;
to separate a dream, from what’s real.
Reality and dream intertwined as one;
I couldn’t put either, aside;
thought became energy; as when begun;
all past, I had known, had died.
The message reality had handed to me;
became my focus; my view;
all that the past had now come to be;
would occur with the present, too.
What was the manner of this reality;
is this world a place, or a thought?
What seems, a world of physicality;
is only the illusion Light’s brought.
The Master holds all glory and power;
consciousness defines his choice;
eternity causes his creation to flower;
Light is the sound of his voice.
Man, created in the Master’s image;
was limited, only from above;
energy, itself, was the Master’s lineage;
the universal energy of Love.