What if a million years is simply a day;
devoid of sunset and sunrise?
Reality says it happens that way;
all life is simply reprise.
What will we be when everything dies;
when the universe takes its last breath?
How will consciousness make its replies;
when everything around it is death?
What is often believed doesn’t make sense;
Consciousness is all that creates;
and when all present, becomes past tense;
all consciousness then relates.
In merely the blink of eternity’s eye;
all creation discerns his voice;
and quickly fashions its reply;
it simply has no choice.
In a swirl of energy, awareness changes;
a new kingdom will take this one’s place;
a new universe, formed; the old rearranges;
and reality wears its new face.
Who is creator of all our dreams;
who is this Lord of all?
Who is the Master of everything;
has energy at his beck and call?
Consciousness is the King of Kings;
there is no line of succession;
responsible for everything;
love is his mode of expression.
Love is fuel for all sight and sound;
creator of complex and simple;
energy so efficient; and yet, profound;
it can even produce a dimple.
So the Lord of all and Love are the same;
where consciousness can be found;
and so it is true what the poets claim;
that, “Love makes the world go round.”