The Illusion Of Empty
We gaze at what seems an endless emptiness;
doted with an occaisional planet or star;
a nighttime view; just adds to our loneliness;
the illusion of empty: appears bizarre.
Its vastness has a most lasting impression;
making us feel insignificant and small;
this illusion of empty; becomes an obsession.
perhaps. we’re not here, at all
Does consciousness bring us false conclusions;
does there exist a here; and a there?
Are being empty or full, only false illusions;
is there time; or space; anywhere?
We each live our life as though it’s a movie;
shown upon an immense movie screen;
each of us performing our scripted duty;
as though we’re living the dream.
Whose dream are we actually living out;
are we playing a master’s role?
Soon we’ll find what life’s really about;
we’re dreaming thoughts of the soul.
This evil kingdom, in which we dwell,
is the compilation of all thought;
to those who believe this kingdom is hell;
this is the world; thoughts brought.
Far from being empty; reality is filled;
with thoughts of every living cell;
it is the world; that our thoughts willed;
it is man who created this hell.
Monty 5/24/24. # 2,122