So this problem is a portal
A way to see my inner reckonings
Projecting as the screen of my life
And I can rearrange the script
I can see what I believe by observing my life
Just as I can watch a movie and know it was carefully directed
So I contrive my life from my subconscious
And then my conscious mind can see what is within me
And how, if I don’t like the screenplay,
Can I wander into this portal of being and
Reconstruct my world?
How can I recenter myself and recreate?
How can I outplay a dream worthy of my being?
I hear the simple words that remind me to be still.
I move into the soul of all
And sway with the trees and the grass
I play like a puppy and chew everything bumpy and rough
I splash over rocks in the river and
My feet touch the rocks and the soft water splashes over my skin
Soft and cold. My eyes are the level of the water
And I am a fish or a dragon fly or a bubbling white wave
I choose to create myself alive, divine, well, blessed