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The Meaning Of Life

Tree Of Life Book

There are those who think all kinds of things constantly.
They may question existence. They may play around
With the notion that consciousness is a façade.
Things that happen in reality they find odd.
In their ponderings answers to questions are found.
The biggest have to do with our reason to be.

What’s the purpose of living? Is it to achieve
Great success in relationship, health, and money?
Is it to worship who is said to be divine?
Is it so that we all learn to get along fine?
Is it just for the purpose of being happy?
Find something most fulfilling in which to believe.

Joy is the basis of life and it’s the reason
For existence. It’s to feel exhilaration
In each moment. Don’t take life so seriously.
Your expansion happens automatically.
You’re your best in a state of appreciation.
You came here for the fun – not for getting things done.

Life means life itself meaning it’s simply to be
And to find true alignment with who we’ve become
Through the process of living. It’s the reason why
You often find life thrilling. It’s hard to deny
Where your feelings of enthusiasm come from.
The Meaning Of Life is to live it happily.

Are The Dead Still In Heaven?

Beyond Earth's Illusions

Are the dead still in heaven? Or do they return
To this earth or one like it or one alien
To this one altogether? Do they become bored
After eons of blissfully praising our Lord?
Are they crazy enough to go through this again?
Does this place for them generate cause for concern?

I know I’ll go to heaven despite my bad deeds.
One hellish life review I will have to go through
Until I find the pathway to God’s loving light.
Am I here to discover what is wrong from right?
Or am I to be guided in all that I do?
Sometimes I’m caught up in the spiritual weeds.

The nonphysical part of me projected here
In this physical body experiences
That which causes expansion in the here and now
But also through eternity. I can allow
My ongoing becoming. My life commences
When I see death as nothing so dark and austere.

Born again I am each time that I realize
That my life is eternal. I never lose sight
Of the sense of my being me no matter where
Or when I am occurring. This life is a prayer
Of thanksgiving and mercy. I remain contrite
Until this lesser part of me finally dies.