Hibernation Of The Soul
We think we’re physical; but that’s a charade;
we’re energy; within an illusion;
our thoughts flow; a never ending cascade;
every life; a foregone conclusion.
We live, believing that we have free will;
but, what is our actual choice;
we each have a destiny; we must fulfill;
responding to the Master’s voice.
Our thoughts are connected to God, above;
tho we think all thoughts, are out own;
we must have faith in the Master’s love;
all our gifts are God’s, on loan.
God reveals purpose; in the essence of time;
overconfidence leads us to pride;
every gift, that he gives, is unique and divine;
for the gift of love; God died.
All things always happen for a reason;
all play a role in life’s creation;
death is the end of the growing season;
a form of mental hibernation.
We’re the caterpillar entering a cocoon;
the bear; sleeping in the cave;
every grave, transitions into a womb;
only the Master can save.
Life and death; the two sides of creation;
death is life’s most critical role;
only that death, leads to salvation;
death is hibernation of the soul.
Monty 3.3.26. # 3,200