the clouds had been many and days dark and heavy

you said the darkness had won, in the battle of light vs dark

for often we looked at that way

the bow slid over the untuned strings of the violin

playing inside my head and my spine curled lemon twist sour and squeezed

suffering appeared; observing the tormented souls; complainers, whiners,

depressed diseased by their own insatiable minds teasing, taunting and

scolding thoughts eating away alive the external flesh

repetitive cycles of past sorrow re-run for the hundredth million time

the mind a prisoner by its own heart so full of what it believes it has learned

it can no longer receive anything new

days gone past the sun emerges into warmth and I say the light extends

upon the solar winds, for my mind believes in its dreams

the ivory keys gently blended a higher scale upon the piano playing inside my head and my spine stretched lithe and willow

knowledge was growing downloads of higher consciousness coming with the speed of light available to every being to evolve bliss and joy as told our natural state accompanied by cycles of healing and upliftment within its energy harmony, cooperation, and compassion

lighthearted outlooks of possibility projected, created, intended the mind busy with future potential and imagined scenarios subjected to judgement and pitfalls of comprehension PollyAnna can not survive outside its ideal and so too becomes imprisoned in a fantasy world overrun by the subconscious of the masses

planets transit and the earth orbits and the lunar cycles continue round, perhaps if we agreed to integrate the balance of both light and dark?

inside my mind the breaking string upon a guitar twangs with painful concern

the integration of dark and light is emotional and physical suffering a volley of shifting layers taxing experience into a manic mania, tension erupts for control, the being heaved into paradigm shifts and reality checks like a restless sea swelled and crested then undertowed and dragged upon the underworld,  although, it is true if survived, the intensity of the integration would send healing energy far into distant pasts altering the current of todays’ news

all the while, however, the enlightened masters laugh at us, knowing our blight is all in our minds and we are controlled by our ceaseless thoughts and mind chatter, they watch our manifested experience seeing its relativity, our perfect nature buried beneath layers of psychological developed patterns dominated by unconscious motivations

divinity is beyond our primitive ideals, it is the knowing of true freedom, the perfection of the human being equipped with the skills of Buddha or Christ

it is written and taught in every belief and religion on the planet all the tools to enlighten ourselves,  they say and encourage us to evolve and help shift the world, with the freedom to choose being  the rule, it all begins inside each personal world

to be free of the mind is to be enlightened