All of life was hatched from the same egg;
for, from thought, all had become;
but, how did the fish hatch, without a leg;
egg, was the metaphor of the One.
We’re all cut from the same bolt of fabric;
different pages; from the same book;
we all think we’re each a maverick;
but each, from the Master, all energies took.
When the Master said, “Let there be Light”;
thought exploded into physical appearance;
thought, had become replaced by sight;
and rebellion became interference.
Thought had dictated a second chance;
and mankind was sent from the Garden;
free will was the cause of the circumstance;
and mankind was granted a pardon.
The butterfly came from it’s egg: the caccoon;
a new creature, he had become;
and the new man emerged from the tomb;
and he and eternity were One.
For death was but the door to eternity;
it’s power; where creation begun;
the tomb, was man’s womb of maternity;
and God’s power wove life into One.
An egg is the metaphor of all of life’s womb;
and the womb a picture of creation;
the Light of God led man to the tomb;
for it was the womb of salvation.