Ink
In the beginning; a form of Energy;
encompassing all things within;
Consciousness; combining for synergy;
an interaction, to begin.
A particle of Thought was separated;
cast into a realm; his own;
although to the Source; he was related;
he was creating a new world; alone.
Known as a character in life’s book;
he became fresh Ink on its page;
though actually an illusive look;
he was a Son of the Sage.
His Ink went thru to another page;
morphing into a fleshy form;
this elusive Ink Blot Sage;
had become all Life’s Unicorn.
For he who started as a mere thought;
within the mind of the Master;
transformed into whatever was wrought;
living beings, or alabaster.
Through conscious thought of the Master;
before any eye could blink;
some of the energy turned into plaster;
but the rest of it became Ink.
That Ink populated the Book of Life;
a fundamental part of each page;
and the Son of Man took a wife;
for the Father was setting the stage.
His energy was a part of the Master;
a spinoff of what’s meant to be;
his beginning became a disaster;
but his ending created me.
Monty 12/2/20