Illusions of Doubt
Worrying about things that in the grand scheme of things are irrelevant.
Illusions of Doubt
Gnawing doubt
Leaves my core hollowed
Incised
Stripped
Faith hangs by a few mere threads
Where did I go?
To be replaced by a balloon of fear
A gentle membrane separating dreams from nightmares
Subconsciously inflating through the forming of false ideas
Whirling thoughts
Adrift in this ever shifting sea of mist
To become entangled in tendrils of unrealised potentials
And Gasp
Imagining the cold depth’s pressure
But to blink and see clearly
With my mind’s eye
Breathing deeply
Fills my warm lungs
My feet flat and firmly to tread or stand
Grounded
Pouring the infinite vapour of love out of my heart
My cupped hand can clasp its substance
And mould its resilience
Remember this diamond form of reassurance
As you go forth into the world
You are both form and void
So fear not
I
Or any mirrored uncertainties
For self may be no more real
Than any harm presented by the illusion