Waves of life, splash onto the shore;
carrying thoughts onto life’s stage;
death washes them out, to return once more;
once again; to a new life, engage.
The winds of energy and waves of being;
the two types of life that exists;
while the waves are life that is seen;
the energy is the life that persists.
The upper kingdom; the Master’s home;
the thought world garden above;
the lower was thought; sent to roam;
to learn the mastery of love.
We permanently dwell in the heavenly garden;
and Light casts an illusion of reality below;
though we thought we need earn a pardon;
we all became part of the Master’s life flow.
Like waves coming in from the energy ocean;
we all covered the beaches called earth;
for all of life is but thought energy motion;
flowing down from the garden of birth.
The lives we think we life are just dreams;
complex illusions that last a lifetime;
and reality is rarely all that it seems;
for dreams oft occur in the nighttime.
In the new dawn; God’s Love feels redundant;
in the heavens, not a tear is shed;
all fear of death gone; and life; abundant;
and the ocean gives up its dead.