What Is Life ?
What is this thing we refer to as life:
and how did it come to be;
this roller coaster of sadness and strife;
carrying, a passenger called me?
We think we’re a form of physical being;
living in a world of grasses and trees;
equipped to allow our hearing and seeing;
and a mindset most willing to please.
We aren’t really physical at all;
just a composition of elements;
whether short or seven feet tall
we are the light bulb’s filaments.
Yet, the grasses and trees are also alive;
do they each have consciousness, too?
They come and go; and seem to survive;
each season; their life; they renew.
Aptly defined, we are consciousness;
living in a situational comedy;
each one on a quest for righteousness;
a behavioral thought anomaly.
The Master said the very rocks would cry out;
declaring the Master’s praise;
do the rocks have life; what’s this all about;
do rocks also have graves?
Life is fragments of the Great Consciousness;
tornados, spun from the great hurricane;
wreaking our destruction of godlessness;
returning to our beginning, once again.
Monty 4/23/23. # 1,540