~~What Is Real?
Corporeal perceptions deceive.
Masquerading forms stranded in their folly
Bid adieu in this lonesome place while
Garnering hollow treasures in their slumber.
Sleeping, blinded by the mockery of perfection,
Desolate and dearth,
They cower to an illusion misguided.
And in their dreams
They durst not remove their eyes
From the frozen gild of coveted stone;
Without Life or alteration,
Without the terrifying sorrow of deep love.
Superficial perfection is the madness of life.
All is seized in its murdering clutch.
The fashionable guise of Zeitgeist effecting,
Obscures the Divine Spark of authenticity.
The reticent Essence wanes in those who in the
Spiritless grip of glorified subsistence, succumb.
Trusting in no more than the soft skin that binds them,
Entombed in the buried shrouds of flesh….
They unwittingly await a mysterious liberation unknown.
They cannot see what they are meant to be.
Unseen visions of the Ineffable,
They scarcely fathom a world apart.
But the gentle healing of wholeness implores
An encounter with the genuine visage of the Divine.
And as the barriers of fabricated supremacy dissolve,
An awakening of the ubiquitous Life unfolds,
And the supernal expression of One,
Invokes a penetrating love that conceives
In those with eyes that have the courage to see what is.
Nothing is as it seems.
I ask you…
What is Real?