The Cardboard Breadman

The great secret of being, is communication;
how do thoughts travel from one to another;
such is a puzzle causing much consternation;
how to share knowledge with a sister or brother.

In the physical body, each one has created;
we each have vocal cords and wind;
the vocal cords cause

Our life path seems determined by happenstance;
all of us, victims of the Master’s wrath;
instead, we are carefully aligned by circumstance;
and, our feet are sent down Wisdom’s path.

Creation began, with “Let there be Light,”
and that Light, became a living being;
initially, the soul walked

Tiny angels, with wings, in multiple varieties;
were the birds, lifted, in flight;
all were, seemingly, oblivious to propriety;
abruptly leaving my line of sight.

These marvelous, beautiful flying creatures;
took wing, whenever I’d come;
before I could even distinguish their features;
they all flew off, together, as one.

Wisdom and Folly are life’s energy flow;
they tug on reality’s apron strings;
describing directions they want us to go;
they’re the creators of all life’s dreams.

In Wisdom, we’re led by the Master’s hand;
His dreams are ours, to imbue;
but, Folly interferes

I am a legend within my own mind;
and so, it seems, are many of you;
for, by all thoughts, are we defined;
for thinking is really all that we do.

Thought is the basis for all of reality;
creating all that there is;
all light’s illusions lead to