Our material world is a dream,
thought form reflections seen
through telepathic reception
yet the picture is deception.
What seems to us solid ground
discarnate spirits would confound
by passing through without bounds
a sea of atoms swirling round.
Our vegetable shells confine
a spark of life which is divine,
it labours here in fear and pain
through the veil of separation.
Group souls of ages past
contain essences of evolution,
love and hatred lasting,
polarity in materiality.
for dVerse where Anna explores comparison and logic