I saw a scene of spectacular beauty;
wondering if it was real.
It was like a scene from a movie;
that’s why it had such appeal.
Did such a place really exist;
or was it just a dream instead?
when I awoke, would it persist;
or, just like my dream, be dead?
It seems so difficult to remember;
that dream from so long ago;
twas a year ago, last December;
still on my mind’s picture show.
So many people, I recall from the past;
are no longer here anymore;
it makes little sense; that they don’t last;
and new waves of life wash ashore.
What is this place called reality;
a colorful kaleidoscope of change;
if we’re to accept its finality;
how does it, by itself, rearrange?
How does everything living, die;
replaced by a new wave coming in;
and how could the Master rely;
that we all would live again?
All reality is made of light energy;
it’s the only logical conclusion;
projected by the forces of synergy;
the material world is His illusion;