The search for possession has led to the identification with form; I have seen the fights for lands we do not own and the constant search for tomorrow we do not know. Lost in thoughts it seems there's never a return.

The identification of the mind is the originality of sin. Forsake the curse and hold onto the cross because salvation is in the entrance of knowledge, one that transcends the comprehension of the mind. "We are owned by the lands we do not own the lands".

Life is in the moment. The past is only thoughts, and the future is a projection of the mind. There's no protection against the inevitable, and everything seems strange only to the eyes that refuse to see because clarity is not a birth of sight but insight. So now look; what do you see?
© Ddawnofpoetry7