From the moment God said, “Let there be Light,”
illusions of reality, have been on a path;
while energies turned into day, from night;
among His creations, was wrath.
Originally created by God as the man;
made in the Master’s image;
a being, central to the Master’s plan;
I woke up from my latest of dreams;
it too, had finally expired;
sensing that life is not what it seems;
nor, even what I desired.
It’s like I, somehow, slept thru the movie;
seeing the credits on the movie screen;
it occurred it might actually behoove me;
to
God created a soul in total perfection;
both, male and female, to be;
flawed by the serpent’s insurrection;
tho the soul, still remained free.
A being created in God’s own image;
we were His Thoughts, recreated;
considered children of His lineage;
since all of energy’s related.
Just
…Who controls the floodgates of tears;
seeking to stem their rising tide;
and who is able to eliminate our fears;
whenever we’ve kept them inside?
Who gave us the sun, to brighten our day;
then hides it, so we can sleep all night?
Who is the one who asks
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
