Reality is a constantly flowing stream;
within it, all life is imparted;
carrying each fiber of the Master’s dream;
it’s where creation started.
Flowing downward; a virtual river;
draining Eden of all of it’s flood;
a perfect gift; from the perfect giver;
enhanced by the Master’s blood.
This Consciousness; this River of Life;
a picture of the creation story;
flowed to strain out all hate and strife;
perfecting all creation’s glory.
The River rages over rocky terrain;
with many rapids along its way;
and only the faithful waters remain;
still waters that find a new day.
The River of Life flows to the ocean;
swallowed and absorbed in its flow;
but life, itself, shows little emotion;
life’s cycle has but one place to go
The Master takes it all in; devoid of sins
supplying His garden with water;
where the stream of consciousness begins;
the birthplace of each son and daughter.
The stream of consciousness rained down;
life’s flow, once more, had returned;
a rainbow’s promise: life would not drown;
Love’s lessons, all had been learned.