Reality carved a highway to infinity;
its length was just whatever it took;
for it was the byway of all divinity;
and opened the pages of Life’s book.
How high are mountains; how deep, the sea;
what are the parameters of the Master above?
They are immeasurable to one like me;
they’re the highth and depth of His Love.
There are no real mountains, or a real sea;
they’re pictures of the depth of His thought;
energy illusions to express love to me;
from illusions His energies wrought.
The Master carved a creation out of Light;
a holographic universe out in space;
requiring all His Wisdom and all His Might;
the souls of the Master marched into place.
A kingdom; a projection of the world above;
consisting of energy and thought;
all bound together by the Master’s Love;
and all the souls learn what they ought.
This kingdom was created for only a season;
where all souls were to gather their breath;
for they, too, were sent there for a reason;
for they were meant to return, by death.
This illusion will collapse in His synergy;
when the physical apparition all melts;
all souls are but consciousness and energy;
nothing more; nothing less; and nothing else.