my senses are distorted; thanks to what i feel
my senses are gained; thanks to what i did
my senses are directed; thanks to what i believe
a perceived belief; unseen impressions of reality
you cannot have what you don't give
a kind gesture given unconditionally always births a seed
what was taken from you may never be returned
it may never be gotten again, forget it, let it go
another one would come, when it comes like an illusion
what you believe, say, do to that illusion would either
recreate another illusion or birth a reality
illusions are like the air we breath
stop breathing and you die
breath in a polluted environment and you get sick
Love is an Illusion
what have you done to make your illusion a reality
keep loving it goes round always it will come to you
Love your illusion and your real love will be birth
don't fight love you'd just be punching the air
love Love, that's all it takes to transform it