Truth Of Consciousness

Who keeps records of all, said and done;
supplying them for everyone’s needs;
who decides what has been lost; or won;
reporting; who fails; or succeeds?

Does life contain some lasting purpose;
or, must it live; only to die?
Is there permanance neath the surface;
a truth; for which; all cry?

Are we all, but actors; in a temporary role;
visibly performing all that’s been thought;
and all humanity, one conglomerate soul;
periodically changing the roles wrought.

We think of ourselves as a physical being;
but, physical is not who we are;
we are the elements of thoughts; unseen;
we’re a consciousness; most bizarre.

We are the entity beget by the Master;
a spinoff of His energy being;
we are a conscious energy disaster;
living the Master’s dream.

We embody, both the worst; and best;
our purpose is misunderstood;
all our life journeys are simply a quest;
where evil is conquered by good.

Consciousness is the infinite stage;
we were created to play a part;
love must conquer hate and rage;
we’re the love in the Master’s heart.

Monty 4/19/24. # 2,076