Are you still desiring to be free of all desire
Are you still killing your ego with pride that your ego is dying
Are you still chasing after your own tail

I do it to myself I do
I'm a seeker that's what we do
I'm not even sure I do it for the thrill
It's a part of me
Maybe it always was
Always will

The middle road
Walking the line
Losing the balance on the bends
The one side has its past place
The other a shimmering glaze
Though I've been told not all that glitters is gold
So I walk the middle line and try to see in both directions
Though the movement is slow
I walk and crawl as I go
I hope I still grow
As I work my way
to each cross road
I carry on with my
bread crumbs load

Each conversation reflects a part of me
A healing trigger an insecurity a vulnerability an adaptability
A lesson for us
For them
For me
A universe
A game of reverie
The space
The words
The moment
The movement
The inbetween
The projection
The projector
The screen
Insight
A dream
Nightmare
To scream
Shedding light and dark is bright
To view us as we've been
What we've held
What we've seen
The pages turning are deafening
When will it end..
A happily ever after

Setting the foundation
The boundaries in place
Working out the blocks

To build a home of faith and grace

A bed of comfort made for us
Snuggled cosy
Full of love
Hearts touch
Stars shine
Light above
Gazing down on our divine snug

Into the dreams of the night
Syncing apparitions appetite
All the perceived projections come to light
All the masks are stained
Playing the small game
of little gain
Even the hiding is seen
Smokescreen fiend
Cleaned
in
dreams