Sometimes I feel as though life is a prison;
one, devoid of guards, and locked door;
instead, I’ve discovered, it’s more a prism;
with energy light waves, flowing ashore.
We’re not physical bodies, in a physical world;
we are the waves from energy oceans;
we’re waves of light; Consciousness, unfurled;
we are the substance of life’s emotions.
This kingdom we’re in; we have created;
this is the world of Thought’s dreams;
filled with every emotion; we’re satiated;
though this prison is not what it seems.
Repeatedly, we suffer both life and death;
teaching us, all that we know;
waves of life, flow in, with each breath;
then ebb, when it’s time to go.
Though we feel that our lives are autonomous;
still, we’re tethered to the Master’s restraint;
playing a part in a play; we’re anonymous;
one part, as a prisoner; another part, a saint.
As we grow older, we tire of our script;
our dreams of life, seem to evaporate;
we change thoughts; ignoring what’s writ;
for, to this life, we no longer relate.
Destiny fashions a new role we should play;
thoughts of the change, make us smitten;
leaving life’s stage; we’ll return someday;
our new adventure; awaits, being written.