The Crucible
Earth was designed as the crucible for man;
considered the place of life’s birth;
tho a garden in heaven was where life began;
it’s “melting pot” became on the earth.
It was where all facets of life came together;
all diversity, within it; destined to blend;
The Cloud That Surrounds
Clouds are mysterious illusions of reality;
created out of thought and coherent light;
sometimes, they’re expression’s modality
the curtain that falls, during the night.
They’re made of a fabric, reality has woven;
drifting aloft, without a care;
often, affecting all decisions we’ve
I’m a worker, attempting to master my craft;
constructing messages; word by word;
whenever, in time, I construct each new draft,
such a thought, seems even more absurd.
Wisdom and knowledge float about in eternity;
available to those, willing; to seek and find.
Must I be the one, to
Creation’s painting was born out of thought;
nothing so exquisite, is a product of chance;
souls are the paint drops the artist brought;
no masterpiece evolves out of happenstance.
For the life of the Artist was within the clay;
and the paint drops granted it’s beauty;
only the
Created in the Master’s name;
identical in His perfection;
embryo and soul are the same;
configured at His direction.
From energy we have all been made;
the physical body came later;
first the energy template was laid,
by the embryonic Creator.
The embryo was first made a soul;
given
We think all are born in innocence;
to which most can relate;
but such is merely illogical nonsense;
there is no room for debate.
All of us, have been here before;
when we leave, we’ll return again;
life keeps coming back for more;
there is nothing, but now, and
Only two known witnessed his birth;
for they were here in the beginning;
the Father of heaven and Mother of earth;
here when the earth began spinning.
Two were One; and from them, came all;
and what was, changed into what will be;
so that a world, created, and sure
We know life’s divided by seasons;
is that true of reality, too?
All acts of the Master have reasons;
that divisions of reality will do.
Are multiple universes stacked together;
each one, on top of another;
endless lifetimes; all cycling forever;
involving each sister and brother?
Spring is the
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