Posted on July 24, 2012


False perceptions of existence

Misconceptions of the infinite

Wrong conceptions of our purpose

Deception of our true destination

Truth remains hidden in plain sight

Until innate awareness awakens

Deep slumber no longer a plight

The moment awakening dawns is our morning

Vanquished the night of ignorance becomes

Washed up on the beaches of truth

Dashed to pieces is the glass of untruth

Upon the rocky shores of enlightenment

Inconsistency like a gloomy winter gives way to spring

Heralding the bloom of summer

Therein truth flourishes like sweet smelling flowers

Butterflies like little bouts of joy fluttering to and fro

Posted in: Poetry