REALITY

What is contained within a word;
how is it that it holds such power?
It seems more than a bit absurd;
a word can become man or flower.

A word is the mode of transition;
the pearl derived from the clam.
A manner of material transmission;
such a Word, becoming

Ever suspected you’ve lived before;
that this isn’t your only time;
perhaps, you’ll even live once more;
your character, to refine.

Reality is an unbelievable complexity;
well beyond what we can imagine;
truths, the Master prevents, we see;
a reality, none can fathom.

We exist in two

Understand, we are all very different;
no two are exactly alike;
even personalities are dissident;
some get along; and some fight.

Understand, it had to be that way;
no other circumstance would be fair;
imagine, arriving at work one day;
and discovering you’re already there.

No two fingerprints; exactly

So you think your life’s about choice;
you can choose to do what you do?
But destiny has his very own voice;
views life much different than you.

Sometimes we hurry throughout the day;
destiny has a much slower gait;
we always want to have our own way;
but

So you think your life’s about choice;
you can choose to do what you do?
But destiny has his very own voice;
views life much different than you.

Sometimes we hurry throughout the day;
destiny has a much slower gait;
we always want to have our own way;
but

The flower can’t bloom; by its choice;
it’s directed by a higher authority;
for it wasn’t given its very own voice;
in life, it has little seniority.

Flowers often grow amongst the weeds;
battling to gain position and power;
both of them started life as mere seeds;

Most think they’ve not been deprived;
but that’s not necessarily true;
their mind is behind; it’s not yet arrived;
and only your mind can come thru.

We think of this world as physical;
and deprivation is that way, too;
this illusive kingdom is mystical;
and only clear