Mind
Below the level of sleep
and above wakefulness
your mind-heaven
waits for you to paint it.
So far you have been content,
to sketch and scribble
vague visions
of the possible.
Time to portray what
an imaginative brush
is capable of.
Ask what perfection means to you,
but don't seek it,
let that mind-place
be just yours,
and no one else's idea.
All realities are mind
creating
what it wishes for.
All.
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Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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