Grace is a beautiful thing
When I let go I feel that surge of wholeness course through me
But does it fix our lives?
Sometimes I think no
But there are small signs
A dollar bill on the ground
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What we see with our eyes ripples across the surface of the world
God?
The devil?
Nothing cares
All of the pain in the world, we have invented out of our own selfishness
Underneath it all, nothing is truly there
Our world exists in our minds and nowhere else
The body, the brain
But then where does the mind come from?
How was it it born?
It was born from one thing
You
And you is everything
One by one it kills the only thing that is truly real
Until we are all here
Splashing around on the surface
Trapped
Was it all just a ruse?
Created by my mind
The splitting pain
Just the sound of the ego shattering
Was it all trick I played on myself?
Thinking that I needed her
When I was trying to face myself
And spinning out of control
A million voices
Washing over me
As I sit in silence
And my mind rushes by