How ironic this beautiful, real world continues to be ruled those that are transfixed by the unreal.
The true flesh and bones of existence is seemingly lost to most of us. Hypnotized by the skin deep dramas of the ego, what would happen if we awoke?
What would happen if those with the greatest influence related to life through spacious consciousness rather than the reflexive contractions of the mind?
How dearly I pray for those with a seat at the table of our times to wake from the trance.
The true flesh and bones of existence is seemingly lost to most of us. Hypnotized by the skin deep dramas of the ego, what would happen if we awoke?
What would happen if those with the greatest influence related to life through spacious consciousness rather than the reflexive contractions of the mind?
How dearly I pray for those with a seat at the table of our times to wake from the trance.