Evaporating World

The world I grew up in, has gone away;
only some traces of it still remain;
just remnants of past are here today;
and everything else has history’s disdain.

For reality is much like a vapor;
a morning fog covering the ground;
before its enjoyment, we savor;
much can no longer be found.

Images around us are energy illusions;
there’s not a true physical scene;
leading us to draw inescapable conclusions;
this reality is only a dream.

The river of life rains down on this place;
but all life is just energy; not matter;
yet, it’s the physical illusion that we embrace;
until death makes our energy spatter.

We often think that death is the end;
but the life within, will pass death’s gate;
and in order to return to where it had been;
this fog of life, must evaporate.

Consciousness is an invisible ocean;
the home of reality and all being;
this present’s existance is only a notion;
for believing is more compelling than seeing.

That reality, called past, no longer exists;
as the Book of Life turned a new page;
for the past cannot forever persist;
after all characters have left the stage.