Energy Walking
I wish to pay tribute to the creation of life;
but I’m too limited to understand how;
energies converted, by the centrifuge of light;
to my Lord and Master, I bow.
Consciousness; an accumulation of diverse energy;
driven by the inexplicable power of thought;
only the I Am could comprehend what could be;
and, the duplication of himself, was wrought.
How, indeed, could energy learn how to speak;
expressing its every thought;
or grow into fins, or wings, or feet;
learning to swim, fly, or walk?
The Master had created all things on his own;
but felt loneliness; in need of comradery;
other consciousness with whom he was at home;
yet still retained its autonomy.
He planted a garden of plants of great beauty;
in his kingdom of thought, above;
but they could only react out of duty;
they only brought beauty; not love.
So, he created angels, of the same mind;
and gave them abilty to fly;
some angels were, towards evil, inclined;
and that evil had to die.
Only one in his image, could be a companion;
creation of eternal love was his goal;
but his river of life, created a deep canyon;
for man was a corrupted soul.
God banished the corrupted to earth, to learn;
in a kingdom where evil was stalking;
only through experience could all discern;
life’s creation is God’s Love walking
Monty 7/29/22. # 1,232