Timeless Travel
Time is but one of the Master’s seasons;
it comes and goes, at his will;
only God can explain all the reasons;
that, often, time stands still.
Time is the watched pot that never boils;
coming and going at God’s discretion;
perhaps, to the victor, belongs the spoils;
since it’s only a temporary insurrection.
It’s known; time stands still for no man;
moving at its relentless pace;
time is an angel of God, the I Am;
time is a servant of grace.
Life came to earth; in the presence of time;
in heaven, time doesn’t exist;
in a realm of thought; time is sublime;
consciousness, alone, persists.
In the kingdom of heaven; there is no space;
all, becomes blended thought;
there is no distinction of place to place;
all, is by consciousness, brought.
On earth; time crowned himself king;
becoming one of the serpent’s tools;
claiming sovereignty over everything;
making the proud into fools.
In the kingdom of heaven; time is dead;
God has pounded his gavel;
it’s a realm of consciousness; instead;
thoughts make it timeless travel.
Monty 5.29.26. # 3,334