Serendipity
A time long ago; when I was young;
and Spring was in the air;
perhaps, a life, before this had become;
my energy goes everywhere.
Tho I don’t remember lives of the past;
those fragments of memory remain;
serendipitous events, in the mind lasts;
the ballad of life’s refrain.
Many events seem mere coincidence;
tho they lead all to an epiphany;
truth indicates all have consequence;
reality is known as serendipity.
The showers of life are falling like rain;
in the death of time; they evaporate;
flowers, anew, come back once again;
for, death is only the Garden’s gate.
We’ve entered and exited that gate, before;
thought; on one side; the other, physicality.
we will come and go, many times more;
for, it’s the connection, bringing duality;
The universe is an illusion of God’s essence;
a holographic representation of Thought;
illustrating proof of God’s universal presence;
where all evil and rebellion were brought.
The great Artist, at work, in a realm, above;
creating his painting of life’s authenticity;
shading, with brushstrokes of unending love;
confirmed in our thoughts, by serendipity;
Monty 8/1/22. # 1,240