We spend a lifetime on a stage called earth;
it’s nothing but illusion, to be sure;
deluded, into thinking, it’s the place of birth;
instead it’s where we serve out a tour.
We’ve likely been here, many times before;
tho we’ve forgotten the lessons we learned;
returning, to come back and learn more;
not even realizing why we’ve returned.
We play out these lives, as actors on a stage;
to learn how our actions, make others feel;
by living our roles, and with others, engage;
our lives gain a sense of being surreal.
Of course they are real; just not as they seem;
multitudinous vignettes, and unending plays;
lives, lived on earth are more like a dream;
the curtain is raised to an illusive haze.
The soul is the seed; planted in the earth;
in reality, a child of the King;
enduring a semblance of a form of birth;
for a soul can become anything.
Actors on a stage playing out our roles;
living beings; on a grandstand of Light;
enhancing the growth of love among souls;
till death transforms day into night.
But death is the greatest illusion of all;
it’s the door to the backstage of love;
just when we think we suffered a fall;
we’re returned back to the kingdom above.