Words In The Wind
How can emotions overcome strength;
where does such power begin;
can breadth, even surpass all length;
or is all authority, within?
These are just words, making little sense;
but, aren’t our lives much the same;
often thoughts roll in, that are most intense;
and yet, they are equally arcane.
I’m trapped in the void beyond birth;
but, only my mind is able to tell;
my physical body; still walking earth;
my mind between heaven and hell.
My mind has taken on a life of its own;
as my body, very slowly fades away;
for the body is excess energy, on loan;
and was never designed to stay.
Do I feel a sense of the Master’s will;
as I craft these words meant to be?
Perhaps, since I’ve borrowed his quill;
my words will help set me free..
As I ruminate on my own insignificance;
the Master looking over my shoulder;
I feel an abiding sense of impotence;
while my body keeps growing older.
Though my mind seems drifted far apart;
a fool’s thoughts, still hide within;
I was born, inheriting the Master’s heart;
the source; where all love begins.
I now know, what I’ve always suspected;
there’s life and love, beyond the grave;
for we were born, to become resurrected;
and, it’s the Master’s will to save.
Monty 3/8/22. # 1,011