Reality’s an infinite, eternal landscape;
in which, all lives reside;
a house, from which, none can escape;
even those who’ve tried.
We currently live in one of its rooms;
a separate reality, it seems;
tho we think, past and future, looms;
they’re a part of present’s dreams.
We’re each a pastel on reality’s painting;
along with all sisters and brothers;
remnants of the Master’s brush, remaining;
blending, with all of the others
We perceive that each is a separate entity;
but that isn’t who we’re to be;
dabs of oil, on the self-portrait of divinity;
much like the leaves on Life’s tree.
The Master created us multidimensional;
eternally existing, below and above;
His purpose was completely intentional;
demonstrating the depth of His Love.
We are the Master’s self-portrait of Love;
containing, both night, and the dawn;
destined, to ultimately return, above;
for the Master’s Love lives on.
We are the the roses in Eden’s garden;
all petals bring energy, from above;
His thorns all result in our pardon;
completing His cycle called Love.