We trust our senses implicitly. Yet our senses are only there to trick us into believing we are something other than what we truly are!
Desolate and vast, Storm rolling in. Life seems far away, But life is held within. Breathe in the quiet. Breathe in the calm. Narrow down to only now, Cause now is all there is. What calm can you find within your now?
Mountain river, made of snow. Melting, rushing, finding flow. Feeding green throughout the land. Pushing back the dried out sand. Bringing life to all you pass. Until you reach the shore at last. Become just one eternal blue. As you reach the truth of you. What is the truth of you?