This Mystery Called Life
What is reality; from where did it evolve;
can it’s origin come from its history;
when did this planet first begin to revolve;
the entire creation is bathed in mystery.
Is reality some sort of physical creation;
if so; how did it all come to be;
what is the use of mankind’s salvation;
without a kingdom of physicality?
All our thoughts bring but one conclusion;
regarding this mystery called life;
all physical reality is only an illusion;
disappointment cuts like a knife.
We are all elements of life’s creation;
snowflakes slowly floating down;
every new life; brings about elevation;
in the ocean of life; all drown.
Among us; demons; acting as an angel;
disguising who they really are;
intentionally making this life painful;
physicality is most bizarre.
This illusion is a dream of evil desire;
played out on a stage of light;
love is displaced by passion’s fire;
death seems an endless night.
The truth is hidden neath the surface;
nothing, in life, is what it seems;
every mystery exists for a purpose;
that’s why they call them dreams.
Monty 11.15.25. # 3,056