If trapped in the reality that this false matrix shows.
Its grip on you loosens, as the light in you grows.
Deceptions more visible, seeing through lies.
showing how this world looks, without its disguise.
People make choices, some good, and some bad.
The ones that choose poorly, often making us mad.
Seeing each other, looking inside
Finally finding out, that there is no divide
Experience and connection, is the why that we’re here.
Finding service to others, is what need be held dear.
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
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“There is no divide,” now there’s a vista that many can’t or won’t see… including myself in my forgetfulness… ergo: thus poem! Well said. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Great write
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