In reality, I’m just a mind;
a conscious, awareness being;
to my body; temporarily assigned;
my soul: that body, overseeing.
My soul was cast as a seed;
transformed; fashioned by Light;
tending to all of my need;
thought became my sight.
Hands and feet are mere illusions;
the physical stage; the chrysalis;
transitioning to life’s conclusions;
Perfection’s Love; to fill us.
Souls are the atoms of reality;
consciousness is all being;
never, to face finality;
thought, is actually seeing.
Reality is all in the thoughts above;
shining down on His stage below;
bringing about the victory of Love;
leaving evil no place to go.
Metamorphosis; the great transition;
words becoming flesh, from above;
bringing forth Thought’s decisions;
from Thought; to Words of Love.
Our souls are seeking Perfection;
and tho Perfection won’t come;
we can depend on our resurrection;
when Love’s children all become One.