We pick up things along our physical trail,
Some good, some not so good,
Some that create affliction,
And some that take our breath away.
The messages become so ingrained
In our subconscious mind,
It becomes our reality,
And engulfs us with pain.
If we can see what would happen,
With a simple twist of faith,
A simple reshaping,
Of our perspective
And pain.
We’d realize we created it all along,
All the ups and downs,
All the wins and losses,
Of our created reality
And illusion.
The pen is in our hands,
As our destiny awaits,
With a simple awareness,
And a simple step,
Let’s take action
Declare to our mountains
And write the script.