Most seek to avoid true reality;
it often troubles our mind;
we accept superficiality;
whenever reality’s defined.
Some think that lives are random;
simply falling, like summer rain.
Surely, nobody planned them;
what could they possibly gain?
And, who could such a creator be;
and what is his scope of vision;
certainly someone far greater than me;
why would he allow such division?
Yet, most reality is still mystery;
we’re told of many suggestions;
one thing; found through history;
for answers; you need questions.
Reality is never, what it seems to be;
it’s a puzzle that no one can solve.
Is it synonymous with eternity;
around what, does it revolve?
Creation is a form of parallelism;
two kingdoms overlapped together;
a tunnel connecting an energy schism;
allowing entry, one from another.
A Cherubim guards the world above;
only a metaphor; a token;
the password for entry is Love;
and it’s only when felt; not spoken.