Illusions
Imagine, just for a moment, that the world you see
Is not really as it would appear to be
We ask, who am I? Why am I here?
Is life not all that it would seem to appear?
Stop, just for a moment, and look around
Be Here, in the Now , let go and calm down
Could it be that what we see is a mirrored expression
Of an outward projection of our own reflection?
If life viewed Without begins from Within
It's impossible to be victims of this world we are in
If the Loneliness, Fear and Pain that we feel
Is our chosen Illusion, it can not be Real
Is this world of Dreams we find ourselves believing in
Our punishment for a long ago imaginary sin?
But what if in Truth the sin never occurred?
It was simply a thought, an unspoken word