Morning Meds; 2 1 20
We grow into our beliefs like an insect.
Our outer shells can no longer contain the change.
Our expansion forces our protective covering to shed, a new vulnerability often remains.
With each shed, our eyes reopen, to see beyond the skins we wear.
Beneath our old facade lies a new us, ready to grow and shed again.
We strip away the facade of limitations, woven with fibers of fear.
We glimpse of light that glows within; we see past the boundaries we’ve made.
Boundaries erected by limited beliefs, constructed of faulty conclusions.
We see into our core for the first time and see its eternal glory.
We begin to see what we didn’t see before.
The creative energy of a single thought, the eternal evolution of our soul.
We realize that we all are One, One with the All in All, dancing in a masquerade ball.
Meditative Imagery 