Open Spaces

I move 

From black and white

To color

From rigid

To flowing free

From close, tight boundaries

To possibilities yet undreamed

I delight in mystery

An open, spacious sky

Welcomes my eager gaze

There is magic

Everywhere

Love 

Everywhere

Sadness still visits

Muffled, dark whispers

Heaviness in my chest 

A deadly weight

Now I know

There is no threat

Dark fog is just that.

Memories, beliefs and habits

Substanceless, transient shadows

Appear solid

Obscuring the true, glorious beauty

That is

I observe

And acknowledge

My soul's suffering

I embrace and love

All that is me

As I walk this wild, wonderful road

End unknown
Yet, known

http://www.enchgallery.com

http://www.funpeak.com/the-best-fractals-art-images-galleries/

The Matrix Within

I am not my body

I am not what I do

I am not what I feel

I am passenger

and pilot

Of this physical frame

In the Chronicles of Amber*

The story is told of a 

Superhuman royal family whose members can wander

 among infinite parallel worlds 

called "shadows"

They achieve this ability by walking "The Pattern",

a labyrinth, 

which is the foundation and source 

of their true world

This pattern;

What I think of as a matrix,

Is internalized.

All life and reality 

Flow from this

foundational structure

Their "Source matrix":

Anything not following this exact pattern

Is but a shadow

Of what is true

To return from Shadow 

to Reality

One must focus on the pattern

Drawing closer

Going deeper

Into the heart 

of the source

Our source matrix

is Love

Everything not love

Is shadow

Life and energy flow from within

Shining outward, past and through

the external paradigms

Coverings . . . constructs . . . molds

They are illusion.

Temporary

Shadows

Pain does not define me

Fear cannot confine me

Weakness is a deception

I am not my body

I am not what I do

I am not what I feel

Though I can feel what I am

My Source is Love

I am love

My Source is strength and beauty

I am strength and beauty 

Though I cannot always see

My beautiful, strong self

I focus on the matrix of Love

I draw closer

Settle ever deeper

Into I Am

I notice pain

I notice my weakness and fear

Sadness and uncertainty

They are tissue paper coverings

Experienced as solid

Confining and obscuring

Self

Focus on Source

Live within Love

Remember

Remember

This will all fall away

Pain will be forgotten

All shadows turned to ash

Joy comes in the morning

* by  Roger Zelazny, http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Chronicles_of_Amber

http://www.enchgallery.com/

http://www.jezz.us/