Get Real

I think reality gets you. To seek it is like seeking air to breathe. Maybe God's humor at work. Maybe not. I am holding on to the metaphor though. After all I tend towards a 4. But I digress. But it's my show so I can do what I like. Wow, that came from somewhere beyond the deep. This lens that I see you through has been tuned to gettn' by mode for so long and reality is unmoved. Tears of reality moved to kiss my lips. Embrace. Listen. Give space. Play the fields that compose spirituality.

I am looking at me. You are looking at you. We are looking at each other and don't know what to do. They call me the seeker, but I am being sought. Blind-ness a virtue. Great big world. Free will. Order. Chaos. God is Love? I am at the bottom of myself.
Reality.