I am the artist of my own painting;
a self-portrait; most excellent, indeed;
I was taught, by the Master, reigning;
He, rather than I, saw its need.
The Master was unable to serve as example;
since, He is perfect, in every way;
my failures and weakness; more than ample;
All life develops, from seed to adult;
coming about within seasons;
reborn after death; the natural result;
life cycles have their own reasons.
The grasses provide a seasonal example;
growing in day; at night, they slumber;
the water, gained from rainfall, is ample;
giving us all, the green grass of
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
