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

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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