Once again
it begins.
New
vista.
Strange
new vista.
Eyes
open.
Uncertain.
Where
now?
Like a
dream
the memory
fades.
What was,
receding.
Reaching
back.
Grasping
vapors.
Ethereal
myst
of the
used
to be.
Fading.
Gone.
Turn
around.
New
adventure.
New
existence.
Real­ity.
One
to the
next
consciousness
flows.
Realm to
realm
the soul
traverses.
Wanderers.
Dimensional
wanderers.
infinite
the journey.
Each
unique,
no connection
between.
How
immortality’s
designed.

Show.
The
greatest
show on
earth.
Playing
out.
Daily.
All
dramas
written.
Stories
told.
Great
novels
illustrated.
Developed
withi­n.
All
reflections
of self.
All
scripted,
designed,
laid out.
All
earthbound.
Looking
back.
Looking
inward.
The greatest
show
on earth,
is earth
itself.
Grand
stage.
Human
drama,
existence.
Playing
out.
S­elf
aware.
Self
centered.
Playing
back
what is.
What’s
known.
Human
existence,
as it is.
Expounding
to the
cosmos.
What
reviews
will
result?

Empty
packages.
Life’s
lessons
arrive
like a
package
at the
door.
Different
shapes,
colors,
sizes.
Each
unique.
Each
with­
something
inside,
to teach.
Once
opened.
The lesson’s
absorbed,
learned.
Becomes
part of
the whole.
Morphs the
recipient
into
someone
new.
Package
after
package
the character’s
formed.
Good,
bad.
All the
same.
Lesson’s
gleaned.
Empty
packages,
toss them
away.
Lesson’s
absorbed.
Recipient
altered.
No need
dwelling
on the
past.
Move
forward
wiser for
the delivery.

Forms.
Field
of forms.
Field of
probability,
possibilities.
Potential.
Ideas.
Where
reality’s
­born.
Forms
to structure.
Manifesting
through
consciousness.
Originating in
nothing.
Pulled
through,
made
whole.
Infinite
probability
bake­d in
from the
start.
Time will
birth all.
Infinite
time.
Infinite
forms.
Infinite
manifestations,
resu­lts.
Once the
conduit’s
fully
formed.
All possible
worlds
then
manifest.
All,
from a
field of
forms.

Turning.
No turning
back.
Little by
little.
The envelope’s
pushed.
Inch by
inch
chess
piece’s
moved.
Game’s
been
engaged.
Rules
simple, yet
complex.
Survive!
Choice
after
choice,
results
coming in.
Players
come.
Players
go.
Each
daring
success.
Some
falter
ea­rly.
Knocked
off their
game.
Others
battle,
further
ahead.
Running
hard.
Mad
dash
­attempt.
To what
end?
What
outcome?
How far?
At what
cost?
What
carnage
in the
wake?
How
tarnished
the soul?
Game over.
In the
end.
What was
the point?

Within.
It’s all
within.
Working
design.
Humanity
carries
creation
In its
soul.
Where
good and
evil
lurk.
Carries
reality
in its
mind.
Where
deeds are
done.
Mankind
once
believed
it was
the center
of things.
The
universe.
Physically,
science
proved
that
assumption
­incorrect.
Yet, without
the soul
and mind.
Creation
would be
oblivious.
Awareness
is in
fact, the
pulse of
things.
Humanity
is a
way of
creation
realizing
itself.
Metaphysically,
perhaps
the center
of things
after all!

Told.
God.
Is there
a
god?
Don’t
know.
Know
what’s
been told.
Down
through
the ages.
Passed
down.
Human
beliefs.
Those
who came
before.
What did
they know?
No one
knows.
Plenty
believe,
but  don’t
know.
Know
for certain.
Faith
is not
knowledge.
It’s hope.
Atheist
believe
not.
How could
they possibly
know?
They
can’t.
They believe.
Faith.
Anyone who’s
an absolutist
on this
is simply
expressing
belief.
Knowledge
is power.
Lack of
knowledge
by definition
ignorance.
Humanity
is ignorant
on this.
Many
have faith.
Belief.
Hope!
Nobody
knows!