The Author
Who wrote the script of a play called life;
made up the character known as me;
in advance, made choices; even my wife;
of all that I was born to be?
We think we all enter, a totally blank slate;
with none of the decisions already made;
destiny ordained, even height and weight;
and most of life, is destiny’s parade.
Reality is much more complex, it seems;
every chapter of life was carefully crafted;
all of it planned from, an author’s dreams;
every nuance was conceived and drafted.
Most people think we simply walk on stage;
doing whatever we feel like doing;
with any circumstance and strangers, engage;
without any rehearsal, or reviewing.
Appearance; by the author’s photography;
absolutely nothing was left to chance;
he even designed the choreography;
for, we just came here to dance.
Everything appeared in this material world;
a precise illusion of thoughts, above;
for, thoughts became, by Light, unfurled;
creating a holographic illusion of love.
The Author of life created all that’s to be;
His will, within us all, to imbue;
and the author of my entire life is me;
and the author of your life is you.
Monty 9/18/21.