Perfection

It’s so curious to me that to think what we ought;
no matter where we find our body confined;
God speaks to us, in a language called thought;
he communicates all, straight to our mind.

Like fishes, we’re swimming in a consciousness ocean;
granted powers and freedom from the heavens above;
given opportunities to test our devotion;
challenged to return his unending love.

We all think our bodies are who we are;
reality’s truth often goes undetected;
our perception and thinking, slightly ajar;
for, we’re energy; being perfected;

All of the things that we see, do, and say;
everything is part of the consciousness ocean;
and the thoughts we have, give us away;
for Thought created an energy explosion.

The blueprints and schematics of all of creation
are concealed within this ocean of thought;
and none of those plans allow deviation;
for his design is the perfection he sought.

Apart from this consciousness energy ocean
a material universe illusion persists;
for physical matter is mankind’s promotion;
there’s nothing of matter that really exists;

For the Master within; created reality without;
granting that each soul will be free;
and only a fool would entertain any doubt;
that material reality is energy debris.