Morning Meds; 2 7 19
Monroe wandered lost across a desert of delusion moving from mirage to mirage.
He had hoped to find the perfect illusion to satisfy his mind.
In frustration, he finally stopped and sat upon the sand.
He closed his eyes to the distractions and quietly looked inside.
He found his heart softly beating a simple single song.
A song that sang out a single wish.
“I want to sit within the heart of God.”
He saw a single drop of moisture form upon the surface of his heart.
It ran down its edge and dripped onto the desert sand.
Another drip followed; a pool began to form.
Upon this puddle of hope a thought slowly surfaced and shimmered before his eyes.
“Instead of searching everywhere, you should just keep looking into your heart.”
Monroe suddenly realized; he could create his own mirage.
He could gather the energy that shined within and use it to construct what he had found.
He would use the materials within his heart to build a Palace of Peace.
He filled his palace with excellence.
He carpeted his floors with rest.
He constructed rooms of pure intent and filled them with things he loved.
He filled his taps with compassion drawing it from a central spring of love.
He tilled his courtly gardens, planted seeds of mercy and hope.
He dug a mote around the palace and filled it with inclusion.
Build a bridge across it and raised a flag of welcome.
“Let this Palace of Peace, this oasis of hope, be a place of rest for all.”
That being his final decree, Monroe sat and looked around the palace he’d built.
He had realized the essence of everyone’s heart and in that peaceful moment he thought,
“So many of us have wandered and searched for oh so long,
when all we have to do is scratch the surface of our heart.”
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