The Synthesis Of Life
Life is the puzzle; none understand;
it’s purpose; carefully hidden;
consciousness; at God’s command;
all opposition, forbidden.
No man can prove; how we became;
nor, how reality came to be;
granting freedom, seemed insane;
perfection; creating liberty.
Life was cast in a garden above;
its energies ebb and flow;
consciousness; out of God’s love;
planting a garden to grow.
Life was planted; a seed of thought;
an image; upon a mind;
from it; consciousness wrought;
by the great Artist, designed.
Some think life is better, when diverse;
for diversity plays its role;
love is something; none can rehearse;
it is the marriage of a soul.
Even perfection needs one to relate;
when alone, in thought, above;
one to talk to; and perhaps debate;
everyone needs someone to love.
How does one, improve on perfection;
isn’t perfection the epitome?
You synthesize elements of rejection;
and join them for eternity.
Monty 4.29.26. # 3,277