The One

I am the sculpter of yesterday;
the artist of the future to come;
a voice of a child you hear today;
I am all of them rolled into One.

I am a potential heir to the throne;
of a King who will never succumb;
and even though I may feel all alone;
I’m an integral part of the One.

I am a beggar, a pauper, and a king;
yes, I’m all of these things when done;
I can be converted to most anything;
I am consciousness; a part of the One.

Trees and meadows respond to my eyes;
with flowers, they’re drenched by the sun;
mountains and valleys give their replies;
and they swim in the ocean called One.

Emotions create, a landscape, its own;
though by sight, they are seen by none;
words become a kingdom and throne;
but its all just a part of the One.

Forty days and nights; the waters rising;
that life’s regeneration be done;
the Master had put down all uprising;
so that all could be part of the One.

Consciousness presents the rock of ages;
combining both the Father and Son;
existent before life’s book had pages;
and all conscious awareness is One.

The kingdom of energy; morphed together;
the rebellion put down before it begun;
all thoughts; bound, with Love forever;
and Love was the foundation of One.