What I have felt is real.
What I have imagined is true.
The magic is in us when we tap into the truth of who we are.
When I heard it in the music, I knew. When I saw it in the artwork, I knew. When i felt it in the writing, I knew. There! In plain sight. The truth. I could sense it. I could feel it. I know it.
My mind, co-opted by the social fabric of consciousness,
smothered and covered, but I could still feel the truth in a part of me.
Until I accepted their ways, and became convinced that truth was illusion
War is peace,
Love is Pain,
my Joy is groundless,
my Wisdom impractical.
My trust in my Sense of the Truth incrementally broken.
Now Some Thing has happened
and it has been resurrected from its death.
I have begun to feel, sense, and know the truth again.
My wisdom solid.
My vision true.
My heart leading me.
It can lead you too.
Heart speaks in the silence,
where the fabric of spirituality has been discarded, quieted, dismantled, rejected.
Where the crowd cannot be heard. Heart speaks in the wind…
In the music…
in the sunshine…
in the rain.
Wherever my heart feels at home.
In joy, the message is clear.
In peace and grounded-ness, I can feel my way to the truth
Of who I am.
Who you are.
What I need to do next.
What I can do to help you.
In the still small voice,
that I must withdraw from the tumult of social disorder to hear clearly,
I hear and know.
In the muses grip I hear.
In her caress, I feel.
Through the timelessness of creativity, I see.
I know there.