Living To Die
Life is a journey of ultimate purpose;
we live; that we might change;
sometimes it seems a veritable circus;
as our energies rearrange.
It feels as though this is our only life;
our time to laugh and cry;
a time to choose a husband or wife;
we live it; until we die.
Some believe there’s no ultimate purpose;
it all came about by chance;
others think we’re here to be servants;
joining in life’s mystical dance.
Life is much like an infinite symphony;
its rhythm; an ebb and flow;
a constant exchange of love and empathy;
its purpose; only to grow.
We are all thoughts on the Master’s mind;
each one, in search of relevance;
all fearful that we will be left behind;
and return as donkeys or elephants.
We are caterpillars, in our cocoon;
living; waiting to die;
reassigned into another womb;
emerging as a butterfly.
We keep on changing, from within;
truth; living in a lie;
death is our time to start over again;
it seems, we’re living to die.
Monty 12.19.25. # 3,117