through the looking glass

source: erback art

i awaken

another dawn

seemingly no different

than the countless mornings before

my eyes refuse to allow the light in

my face presses deeper into the pillow

my body writhes beneath the sheets

i inhale fully

allowing the gentle air to fill me

my mind unaware that i have just

entered into wonderland

this place

to an outsider

looks no different than before

i too can forget how to see the splendor

but when i feel unease

when my soul is clouded by judgments

and old patterns of seeing

i don’t fight

i become soft

and this world of magic can now be known

surrender is the key

to a realm of wonder

where curiosity and gratitude

make every blade of grass radiant

each cloud absolute awe

i see the grace of the wind

as she breathes truth through the branches

the sun delicately placing her grace

against earth’s charmingly chaotic surface

to see every person as pure beauty

with each action

they stretch out their hand

reaching for acceptance

safety

and love

i am the witness

to this grand performance

and in these waking moments

i remember that the magnificence

or the mundane

or the stress

or the horror

is but a lens i choose to wear

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tuesday july 2 7:18am

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ram ram ૐ

much love! dream extreme! ☆

- kat