The Journey

I want to create this space out of love . . .

I want to tell this story with truth. . .

I want to paint a picture that you can feel through my words . . .

I want to re-discover who I am through this journey . . .

I unbound any restrictions, because what I say is not fiction . . .

It comes from a place that defies diction . . .

So use your imagination as I create this picture. . .

It's all in the details . . .

The meanings of the words between the lines . . .

Those gaps in time when we lost track . . . when we drove our vehicle but couldn't recall a single trek.

The phrase, "time is relative" has a whole new meaning for me at this juncture in my life.

Transforming or transitioning from one phase of existence to another, it sounds silly, like a pother.

Stay in your lane, remain unseen, don't make a big fuss about these things. Do your work behind the scene. . . that was the theme I was last seen in.

Now, I've taken the blinders off, or maybe I just opened my eye. Not the two that sit side by side, but the third one that resides on the inside.

I see past the illusion, which makes no more delusions.

I see only the truth which cuts down on the confusion

as it is . . .

the God Space

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