Overlapping Realities
Life is an energy; like a thunderstorm;
temporarily out of control;
consciousness; created; not born;
love’s energy is called a soul.
Recklessness has no place in perfection;
so prodigals were sent to the earth;
an illusion of hell; through light reflection;
creation, cast as a physical birth.
Each life is a rhapsody; a musical score;
all together; becoming a symphony;
death; intermission, for a coming encore;
and, retribution; for acts of infamy.
Each life exhibited the pangs of its birth;
with pride, growing, by the hour;
all prodigals, overestimated their worth;
no longer, were they God’s flower.
Reality exists in unlimited dimensions;
there is no time; nor place;
conflicting and overlapping intentions;
existing in mind; not space
If we only had the vision to see;
we’d see, both future and past;
somewhere; there’s a different me;
who lives life, only for laughs.
Perhaps, I’m in the wrong dominion;
failure has driven me to my knees;
many others would laugh at my opinion;
from different overlapping realities.
Monty 2.22.26. # 3,188