Know you are utterly, perfect

Are you a slave to routine?

Or a slave to your mind?

Or a slave to the fears

That now riddle mankind?

 

Those invisible shackles

Are locked only by thought

Fictitious, limiting beliefs

Of which many are taught

 

Surrender takes courage

A lengthening of stride

A desire to be better

To encompass, not divide

 

Are you only counting days

Of a life, to get through?

Anxiety pandemic

Acquiring more, a virtue

 

Wake up from your sleep!

Seize the present; it’s a gift

Know you are utterly, perfect

Then start to heal your own rift

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Is it possible?

Is it possible to be aware?

To have clear presence of mind

Release the grip of others who

Still cast their glance behind

 

Is it possible to reconcile?

The facts from all the fiction

To expect another to be far more

Than mere round-the-houses diction

 

Is it possible to be fulfilled?

Brimming over with another

Overflowing with sweet contentment

To adore, but not to smother

 

Is it possible to really discern?

Who is awake and who is not

A way to truly determine

True potential from the rot

 

Is it possible to surrender?

Accept all, that is unknown

Maintaining heart-felt certainty

In knowing you’re not alone

 

Is it possible to abundantly create?

With intelligent design

A veritable lover and companion

Neither a victim nor a swine