How Goes It ?
Where do we go; where is it, we’ve been;
what kind of road must we travel?
What are we up to, when we begin;
are we threatened it all will unravel?
Do any of us ever go anywhere;
or are we simply words on the page?
What form of reality makes us care;
in what kingdom do we all engage?
Am I a singular thought in a book;
forgotten in another chapter;
or does a memory give second look;
suggesting I’m in the hereafter?
Do multiple lives; the future transcend;
or do we simply rest in the ground;
till a new persona will downward descend;
and a brand new identity found?
Do we design the lives we live;
or does destiny run the show?
Do we know what we’re to give;
or does only destiny know?
Life is a force; never ending;
we know, since it never began;
with always a new book, descending;
he shuffles the cards once again.
As to the question of where Life goes;
it will go wherever it ought;
lives are just pictures, as the Master knows;
for the essence of Life is Thought.
Monty 6/19/20