Our illusions need not lead us astray,
For though they seem real,
The only real is you
And me
And all that lives,
And nothing all at once
Except the fierceness of our own love,
The enduring spirit we call life,
The smallest notion in our own minds
Which we experience as aliveness
All as real as the next man’s illusion
And as unreal as the belief
That you are you,
And I am me,
When all we are
Is we
©SpiritLed 2019
The Angels remind us that the illusion of disconnection is what keeps us from accessing the divinity within both ourselves and other beings. Just for today, strive to see past the illusion into the heart of truth.
We stand on the lonely road
Facing the light at the end
Of that proverbial tunnel
Wishing for peace
Hoping for an end
To the suffering
But there is no end
And there is no tunnel
Only what’s inside
As we walk the road seeking
For clarity but instead
Navigating through ambiguity
And loss
There is no tunnel
Only an illusion
Set to keep us disoriented
And always seeking,
Yet there is light,
Not at the end
But everywhere
All around
Within
Needing eyes open wide
To see it
Peace in the heart
To feel it
Awareness of love in the soul
To live it
©SpiritLed 2017
The Angels remind us that the frantic pace of life that seems to demand our participation is only an illusion, created by those who want more at any expense but can’t do it on their own. It’s always a choice to participate….or not. And what fragrant flowers might emerge if we step out and slow down!
The Angels want us to know that the sky’s the limit! The farthest distance we can see, that is our only obstacle. All else is an illusion of fear. With their help, all fears and illusions can be cleared.
Not a good day
Feeling stuck & hopeless
Fearful actually
Fearful that my hopes & dreams
Are but an illusion
To keep me in a happy place
While I waste away
In my current existence
If I can be excited & hopeful
For the future
The present doesn’t seem so bad, right?
Fearful, too, that I might actually
Reach my goals
And then what?
Will I really be happier?
Is the grass really greener
In that pasture?
Some days it doesn’t seem worth it.
Cat Lady Poet 