Tinkering With Reality
I envy those who can work with their hands;
repairing or bulding something new;
meeting and exceeding circumstance’s demands;
doing complex things; I couldn’t do.
I find myself lacking in physical dexterity;
although I can still hammer a nail;
our life is a blending of mental polarity;
even those blind can learn braille.
I’m completely incompetent in matters of repair;
I stand in awe of what others can do;
I find my mind is always visiting elsewhere;
while tinkerers make old things new;
Yet I find that tinkerers often get in our way;
with what they think they control;
controlling the masses may be their sway;
tho only God can control the soul.
Tinkering is fine when dealing with physicality;
involving things we see, touch and feel;
but tinkering is for God; when it comes to realiy;
the truth of reality is thought; surreal.
This physical kingdom is just an illusion;
a holographice projection of light;
it’s not reality; it’s a dream’s delusion;
thoughts projected on endless night.
In the garden of thought; was truth revealed;
the serpent sentenced God to a tomb;
in heaven; what is thought; can’t be appealed;
so God tranformed the tomb to a womb.
Monty 9/23/24. # 2,352