It seems, we’ve left Thought behind;
kissing became a predominant role;
if true reality is Thought and its mind;
then, Love is entanglement of the soul.
All our souls are eternally connected;
an energy bond, will forever exist;
by the Master’s will, each is protected;
and the Master’s Love, persists.
The soul; a building block of Love;
an atom of the infinite reality;
generating power, below and above;
without a trace of banality.
All souls have a permanent bond;
extending into all dimensions;
you’ll never be able to go beyond,
the depth of love’s extensions.
We’d be like the angels, our Master taught;
with other souls we’d all be allied;
this is the reality, heaven has brought;
once the body, itself, has died.
In the kingdom of God; all is One;
separation, occurred for a reason;
all must recycle to where it’s begun;
at the close of this life’s season.
Nothing born of Love, will ever die;
souls, entangled; when we’ve begun;
on the power of Love, all must rely;
and, on trumpet’s sound, become One.