The Approaching Void
This physical world has an ebb and flow;
as though it seeks a destination;
like how the grasses and trees grow;
as though it’s reality’s foundation.
But physicality is merely illusion;
a metaphor of what really is;
death ushers in; life’s conclusion;
introducing heavenly bliss.
Reality is the summation of thought;
created in a kingdom above;
consciousness is the life, God brought;
in a void; God birthed love.
Love received the man’s rejection;
sending life to a world below;
God sent his angels, for protection;
that man be allowed to grow.
The lower world was a temporal home;
an image of thoughts above;
where demons occupied the throne;
in a world, devoid of love.
The void is the vacuum; perfection makes;
it is the kingdom of heaven above;
a kingdom of truth; devoid of mistakes;
the world of eternal love.
As I grow older; I can see it’s shadow;
where love and truth are employed;;
it has the aroma of a flowery meadow;
heaven is the approaching void.
Monty 4.13.26. # 3,246