What we see
Is not always
what we get.
What we want to
see
is not always
what’s there.
We obscure the truth
in many ways.
We are afraid
to have limitation
of one answer.
There are many.
An infinite number
of options.
Maybe not just one.
No right or wrong
way to choose.
Just lessons
to be learned,
growth to be witnessed,
understanding
of self to be found.
Some say
being spiritual is a choice.
Perhaps so.
But maybe spiritual
is the default,
even if unnamed
Truth.
We are of the essence
of spirit,
How could we not
be spiritual?
We are essence first,
form second.
A shifting lens
to see the truth.
We don’t always
let alone
in others.
But when we do,
it is pure magic,
love untethered,
beauty unmasked,
soul stretched far
and wide,
inside and outside
all things.
We are all things
and no things.
Formless form
of shapes.
May we see it,
may we call it home.
May we call
ourselves home
to it each time
we misstep into
deepening our journey.
Because perhaps
the missteps are steps
needed to see
another view;
another way
we may not
have seen otherwise.
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