The Truest Story I Know
Most of the time we walk in a trance like state
Wondering what topics are worth a debate
Picking ever battle with great care
As there is no one sitting in the opposition’s chair
See the conflict is with ourselves, not another
Not a King, a Queen, or Deity to bother
Not a Mother, Father, a Sister, or Brother
The subject is our dogma; so called system of belief
This is a battle within and it hasn’t been brief
We’ve been told to have faith and just let it be
To” live and let live” and forget about conspiracy
However, faith is part of a counterfeit; a manmade control
One set in place, in order to disconnect us from our soul
It’s a guided missile of sorts
There to keep us from remembering, we’re elements of Source
Connected on a higher plane, where there is no fiction
Not like here and now trapped in our own afflictions
We cannot see our power in the light of day
It is only in our dreams of night, are we able to find the way
So we sleep often, as much as we can
Seeking stillness in dream realms where harmony stands
Only there can we leap from door to door and open the portals
Positioned completely outside ourselves, much closer to the immortal
Opening locations closed by our human mind
Conditioned to believe in spaces, consisting of the fabric of time
The funny thing is, time doesn’t exist, and in a bigger twist
Neither does a God, unless We Are It
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Copyright © Michaelson Williams | Year Posted 2014
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