The Life Stream
Life is a constant stream of consciousness;
much like a river; it ebbs and flows;
created; an image of God’s righteousness;
from the Master’s love; it grows.
The perfect storm in an ocean of reality;
driven by hurricane winds;
from a higher atmosphere; of a duality;
a flow of awareness descends.
Life is the blending of hatred and love;
consciousness, confronted by pride;
hate dwells below; while love is above;
it was for love; the Master died.
Earth is a kingdom, where prodigals dwell;
where the waters of life gently flow;
the temporary image, of a permanent hell;
a centrifuge where love must grow.
All lives on earth must go through death;
spending a short time in the tomb;
none shall experience any last breath;
resurrection flows from the womb.
Each life, on the earth, is only a dream;
ending on some dark night;
we are the energy within the life stream;
destined to return to the light.
We are the leaves on the tree of life;
dying and falling to the earth;
death marks an end to earthly strife;
signaling our next rebirth.
Monty 9.22.25. # 2,982