There is a Plan: Inherent since the start of man, Cause and effect, effect and cause; Always was, works through laws, And never, ever stops to pause.
And so I bind the whole of me, To knowing That before I die. If death means ‘bye’, I want to learn, absorb the why. If it does not, I’ve got to understand the rest, Scan and perceive first hand What’s best, Or life seems all but meaningless.
Instinct longs for happiness. An ignoramus longs for this. So in pursuit of bliss’ nearest, My pursuit is Daddy Dearest, Universes far from me, Known to the soul implicitly.
I must believe before I leave In plans and laws and forces good, Something which makes all it should And something which controls it all.
The Plan: A Mantra 1.17.2020 Circling Round Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
*mantra; a word or sound repeated to aid concentration in meditation: a mantra is given to a trainee meditator when his teacher initiates him.