I lay dormant Subdued but in whole I manage my being in stasis At peace, I am cradled by the light The long and gentle fingers nestled into the ether A lengthy slumber is ahead of me What comfort may it bring?
I can let them simply fly If my will I don’t apply
With purpose that I claim I can imagine with an aim
Create my new designs And break from life’s confines
For mind’s pattern - freshly made Is with matter overlaid
Use the eye within your mind And prosperity you’ll find
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One of the single most powerful skills YOU can learn is how to create with your inner vision. Use your Mind's Eye consciously and with focus!
We all use our Mind's Eye, but many do so "lazily" and guided by fear or anxiety in the images and feelings they imagine and "see".
It's true that we imagine differently and some "SEE" more clearly in images and color and sound than others, but we all have been blessed with a Mind's Eye because we are human. This is a KEY to prosperity in your life.
We've all imagined Wedding dresses and vails growing up losing our pig-tails and overalls trading them in for beach waves and crop tops only for the person in our Reflection to turn into a complete s t r a n g e r
staring blank faced at a girl you can't recognize anymore drawing imaginary lines on our bodies with our eyes cutting away the imperfections with our hands shaped as scissors,
wishing we could look like the models in the magazines or the actresses on the tv screens But, society tells us we can Never be Skinny enough Never be Pretty enough That our features will NEVER be Good e n o u g h
Because the girl in the mirror who has lost all hope can Never amount to what we have been taught from the time we could walk and talk what beautiful is;
We went from carefree children to teens who are depressed and anxious all the time most of us addicted to Nicotine and Alcohol our parents tell us to smile and quit with the attitudes but behind closed doors we criticize ourselves enough
The little girl in her pigtails playing with everyone on the playground so innocent so pure get labeled as a racist in the 6th grade because her skin is white
By the time she enters high school she knows better than to state an opinion, the teachers know Best, never stand up to a man, he's superior to you, even when behind the closed doors he touches you when you say STOP but you know better than to say something cause you had to have wanted it, take it as a compliment, it just means you're pretty
if you say anything you'll be labeled as a W h o r e if you keep quiet it's an invitation for M o r e
people asking "why do you flinch at a simple touch?" how do you explain years of torment to a complete s t r a n g e r, you don't, you smile and act dumb
pretty is a vocabulary word to describe anyone but the girl that is seen in the mirror because she is Not Good e n o u g h and she knows that
she has lost friends cause she can't trust them
she changes her style monthly
trying sooo hard just to be accepted she doesn't remember the little girl in pigtails, she doesn't remember what a real smile looks like, the pain behind her eyes c l o u d s her reality the voice in her head telling her "you're eating too much" "you're an idiot" "you'll never amount to anything" and she s l o w l y fades away til there is nothing left to put back together cause her mind and heart are s c a t t e r e d aimlessly shes numb and she thinks, this is what happiness feels like no more pain no more criticizing No, more pretending to be okay
My mind drifts so far away, My heart slows as it begs me not to stay, In this reality we are like cattle marked with a brand, So we must find our way to our own Never-land, We spread the our wings or ride our kites, We could fly by day or through the cover of many nights, A place we can go where we long to be, A place where our dreams play as they always longed to be free, Whether our Never-land is a Island or Planet, Whether its a house made of logs or a cave laden with granite, A place that is wild or peaceful and silent, A home filled with love or broken and violent, We all have a place we would rather inhabit, From the largest of foxes to the tiniest rabbit.