In the etheric and elusory nature of consciousness,
all of content is eventually just summations and metaphorical. Yes, we start with name and function and relatedness,
equipped with a common sense logic, the ever-unfolding story of our lives, and our memory banks in overdrive.
Our lives are filled with acting out, launched from behind
the appearances, vying for an energetic truth to emerge
from the mundane and the predictable.
Strapped with the burdens of outcome and account,
we create tendencies towards familiarity
and the security of expectations met as reprieve.
We are easily seduced into being the consciousness
of mental managers migrating through the day,
towards the total package of each of us but yet not revealed.
We leave elaborate cryptic self-messages
that are not ever clearly understood in life changing manners. Profound habits of repetition become the messengers
of secret messages, unconsciously delivered
yet they are deeply anchored from a powerful source
though not realized in its inward original frame
or spirit to the core sense.
Masking and denial are popular means
of self-absorption and self-deceit.
The intricacies of self-discovery are difficult
for in-depth poignancies to surface free and clear. Consciousness is not so much about the wave forming
from the depth within as much as it has come to be about
the surface appearance and its eventual display in passing.
We are frontal lobe distracted by over usage.
The brain of its own function will eventually tell us
about our self-deceit.
Generations of synaptic paths have been laid down
as fully functional only to realize life as evidence.
We have reality as loadbearing, linear, and proof positive.
We are burdened with awareness for the crops it produces
and the harvests we consume.
Fasting on light seems outright impossible
but we dream it anyways.
Balance of being provides for expandedness
in spite of the apparentcies.
Reality is only wardrobe.
Dreaming is sometimes directly a breath of light
sent from our deeper self to be seen and received.
Content is the messenger, dressed up as the metaphor.
We are, in all ways, always expressing and seeking the truth, however complex and concealed it may present through us. Metaphor received is a post card from home
even if the message is illegible
and possibly sent to the wrong address
of the current you . .