Places On A Map

We’ve lived so long in a false reality;
we no longer even seek proof;
it should be clear; life’s a duality;
tho few of us know the truth.

Our lives consist of times and places;
tho in heaven; neither exist;
focused only on bodies and faces;
since energies can’t be kissed.

How is it we all consistantly dwell;
on places we see on a map?
Eyes cannot see; only mind can tell;
even when taking a nap.

Places are figments of imagination;
maps are the blueprints of lies;
we see, only, by thought’s concentration;
while the truth relies on disguise.

Reality consists of places, and things;
or, so our eyes and ears suggest.
Could it be the Master, pulling strings;
thwarting our most vociferous tests?

The place we live is a tissue of lies;
an illusion of light; most reflective;
the truth is revealed; when man dies;
and gains a heavenly perspective.

Death is the venue when we all awaken;
finding ourselves on our Father’s lap;
our dreams of physicality; all mistaken;
earth was only a place on a map.

Monty 12/8/23. # 1,875