The world serves
as a direct mirror
of your own perception.
The subconscious speaks,
but only to a few
who can listen.
Reflection is
observing the programs
running in your mind.
If the world’s gone mad,
what do you see
when looking in the mirror?
The devil was waiting
to be found within
the shadows inside.
External games of culture,
safeguarded through spells
of our symbology.
A price paid,
through beauty and sorrow,
for higher awareness.
Acknowledgement of
the times you’ve been hurt,
the feelings inside.
Accepted without question
it was all black and white,
no room for divine.
How to move ahead
without shame
for games once played?
“Father forgive them,
for they know not
what they do.”
A journey working for you.
In pain, you were held.
In misgivings, you were guided.
Nothing done wrong,
always right where
you need to be.
Now seeking strength,
not to be above
our brothers and sisters.
Fighting the greatest enemy,
the final battle is
only with oneself.
Questioning what’s right
is the mind guiding you
into what’s wrong.
The heart whispers,
in a language beyond word,
within the wind’s songs.
Awareness is
surrendering your need
to control and manipulate love.
Answers emerge
when you let go
of needing questions.
What compels you
to sell your soul
for a cultural facade?
Within every new seed,
exists in perfection
the totality of it all.
What dies in the night
is reborn anew
at the coming of dawn.
Like the phoenix,
from the ashes
you will soon rise.
Freedom is
having the courage
to open your eyes.
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