Life’s Garden
In the Master’s garden, he planted seeds;
seeking love, to flourish and blossom;
for the Master felt it’d fill all the needs;
to make his creation more awesome.
Advanced life forms; came from each seed;
emerging from a garden on holy ground;
the Master provided for each one’s need;
and, not a single weed could be found.
Life, itself, shot straight up with its beauty;
the flower of all his creations;
all the love, within it, fulfilled its duty;
its blooms representing all variations.
The petals of life, came forth, in all colors;
each, equally rich and bold;
all were equal; none better than the others;
for the love, within, was pure gold.
The life reached its fullness, with all in bloom;
for, physical love, has its own reason;
the petals drop off, some think far too soon;
for death ends the physical season.
All life, in reality, is pure energy in nature;
dancing to Consciousness’ drum;
illusions of physicality are just nomenclature;
destined to fade, and succumb.
Flowers in the garden are illusions of the mind;
they bloom, die out; and are reborn, for a reason;
by Consciousness, alone, are all thoughts defined;
and death, is merely the growing season.
Monty 2/9/22. # 968