I am a unique, and solitary soul,
creating reality, each step I take;
I’ve been assigned a special role;
one, that I dare not forsake.
I’m given the Master’s words to share;
gently whispered upon my mind;
sips of His water for those who care;
of how his kingdom’s designed.
And yet, such words have always been there;
its knowledge hidden, floating in infinity;
reality’s information, is found everywhere;
and is the realm and scope of divinity.
Words are thoughts, with wind at their back;
floating in the air; awaiting reception;
some words and thoughts are vile attacks;
and, those words will face rejection.
Thoughts are mere words in a waiting room;
for practical purposes, they’re out of reach;
if they don’t latch onto a breeze, really soon;
they will lose all abilities to teach.
Words are the ultimate weapons of change;
for all thoughts are authored above;
only words of the Master, can exchange;
transforming all hate, into love.
Words are the flowers of life that bloom;
the Master created them, just because;
creating the daylight, from out of the gloom;
saying, “Let there be Light,” and Light was.