Patterns unfold
while you weep like a toddler
stripped in a corner
trying to make sense of the world.
The ship lifts its anchor
and sails into the deep
meeting the sky
at the end of the debrief.
You turn left, then right,
crossing the zero point
while failing to recognize
the essence of a motiveless life.
Uncertainty causes havoc in your code
Breathe. Reconcile. Get up and go.
Roadblocks are part of the unknown
Will you accept the invitation to grow?
I’m frustrated, angry, in pain, and feeling lost
from the jump station, the game appeared
chaotic, disorganized, and thwarted
duality is a tougher realm than I thought.
You call me a wizard
despite my nasty programs and thoughts.
You believe in me
irrespective of the frequency I deploy.
You’re plugged into a holographic universe
receiving and sending information to Source,
a space-time construct
designed to interfere with your uploads and downloads.
I warned you.
Encore and encore.
You giggled.
Promised to clean the energetic cord.
Wake up!
Be the Jester.
Be the Joker.
Don’t conform.
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