The Renaissance Of Man

It’s a funny expression: falling asleep;
as thou sleep is a place on the floor;
and, why do some pray: my soul to keep;
is the Master listening; behind the door?

All exist in one eternal connection;
none of us are ever truly alone;
earth is a kingdom of light reflection;
sleep is when we go home.

We’re puppets in the grand scheme of things;
actors in life’s perpetual play;
enjoying the sunshine, all light brings;
awakening to a brand new day.

Sleep is the slumber of consciousness;
a form of peaceful repose;
we are the sheep of righteousness;
the eternal bloom on the rose.

The shepherd leads: and guides our path;
we dare not eternally remain alone;
consciousness bids we cry; then laugh;
all just steps; on our way home.

All were created in the darkness of night;
there was never any here; nor there;
we became the beings of conscious light;
in the kingdom of death and despair.

Earth was not meant our permanent home;
it is the nest of the serpent; the snake;
our shepherd shall never leave us alone;
in the essence of time; all awake.

Monty 9/6/24. # 2,322