Tuesday, July 26, 2011

We Choose Which is Real


It's like love is the reality,
but there is the dream of fear.
Kinda like parallel universes.
As we begin to awaken from the dream of fear
and begin to see love,
it's like we can fly.
Nothing is impossible.

Christina Gonzalez Daharry 


Which is real?
Which is the illusion?

When I was hooked on drugs and/or alcohol . . .
When I’ve looked to other things (or people) as a means of escape
From fear or pain . . .
Often, what appeared attractive and enticing
Was only a beautiful shimmery veil
Obscuring what would ultimately bring death and darkness


My drugs were my golden little secret
Sweet . . . delectable
Offering the taste of a better reality
Filled with sparkles and color
Warmth
 and a forgetful mind

Sometimes I was aware of the flimsy veil
Hiding what was true
Most times I chose not to
Preferring the lie

We look to our eyes, minds and feelings
For understanding and truth
Sometimes, we're shown the dark veil of fear
Covering what is good and true

The Real is known best by the
Innermost part of us.
Beyond words
In the place of deep knowing

When I listen carefully to that voice within
When I encourage my eyes to look past
The illusions of fear
and the pretty lies

I see that Love is the heart of all
Love is the center
The essence
The foundation
Of what is . . .

We choose

In the span of an hour or two
I can transition from deep despair and fear
To singing at the top of my lungs for joy

My focus jumps back and forth
Between dream and real
Between the concrete world and the spiritual plane . . .

We needn’t focus on the veils;
glittery distractions or fears that absorb hope
We need only live here
In the golden light
Of Love
The lies and fears are only shadows
Appearing (and feeling) real
Love is always present
Always real

Much of the time
I don’t live what I've just written
Frequently, I run to that enticing shiny bauble or veil

I am learning to stay
To trust
To know
That Love’s hand is working
Within me
My deepest self knows
Is overjoyed
And more and more often
Joy overflows to the rest of me

In conclusion, I’ll share a few words from the Moody Blues
(not in exact order)

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right

and

Which is an Illusion

And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

The universe sings to you
Love, who made all, sings to you
I love you, yes I love you



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