Delusions

My body opens while pushing my soul beyond reality into a space of its own. A place where light and movement bend with my turning head. I reach towards a paper price tag only to see it pushed away from its elegant seat while moving away from my fingers. Separating the same bouquet of flowers and placing them in two separate vases only to awake to one alive and blossoming, and the other drooping with sorrow. Lighting a candle in the dark only to see the glow of magical fire spark and rise into a thin tornado. See with me.

The delusions of my mind are embedded into my dreams where they continue to surprise me with truth. I am also tricked and misled by memories and see truth only when ready. I work through cobwebs with a nervous fear of either crossing paths with the spider, ruining hard work or reaching the end only to discover more sticky webs to fight through. Never give up and remember with every ending there is a beginning and when the start of our journeys become repetitive, we find courage, strength and wisdom. It may get easier as we adapt, share curiosity and remain open with intuitive awareness.