REALITY

The Mind is a sacred and holy place;
worship is its principle role;
unimpeded, by either time or space.
it’s the sanctuary of the soul.

The mind is, by no means  a church;
it’s a deeply rooted connection above.
The Master directs our mind to search;
for truth,

Life had its beginning as a babbling brook;
growing in size, it became a river;
life’s Author had completed life’s book;
the perfect gift; from the perfect giver.

Eventually, it all emptied into the Ocean;
and the river of life had become a sea;
in spite of the

Is Thought the author of life’s book;
does he have its final say?
Maybe our eyes should take a look;
shouldn’t they have some sway?

If we can touch it; isn’t it real;
doesn’t touch answer the question?
We can’t describe it, from its feel;

An energy force surrounds, completely;
enveloping the body; outside, and within;
not visible to most; to others, discretely;
a blueprint for our physical life to begin.

This energy is the true power that’s there;
creating the body was its first role;
and, all should become totally aware;
that Consciousness

“Don’t let your heart be troubled,”
wise words, from the Master’s lips;
our hearts are merely energy bubbles;
His wisdom was more than quips.

For the heart can’t be troubled, anyway;
for, within the body, a heart’s confined;
only with the physical, does it have sway;