Puppet Master

Who determined this life, before it began;
created someone such as me;
devised a scheme and laid out a plan;
before I was able to see?

What if a mind made up, who I’m to be;
coloring my hair and dotting my eyes;
decided precisely the height of me;
nothing descriptive, was left to surmise?

Well, of course, a mind was behind it all;
It didn’t come about by pure chance;
but, who was it, that made the call;
sending me out to dance?

For I am life’s puppet; without the strings;
my own energy carries me around.
I can see, all sights, reality brings;
and am able to hear all its sounds.

Don’t misunderstand, the depth of being;
we are more than a Light illusion;
deeper thought, is more incisive than seeing;
we’re a multi dimensional conclusion.

By thought, created in the realm above;
a puppet of Light; below;
all my reality started with Love;
and Light came with the energy flow.

Given free will by the Master’s voice;
for, I knew what need be my role;
all things, below, were strictly my choice;
I’m the puppet master, of my soul.