The Two Realities

The branches of consciousness are firmly grounded The roots of our being are totally submerged in the spirit of God But the illusion is emerging from the shadow of our consciousness (ego) The creation of a new mind-set with attachments to the illusion is gaining speed The blatant declaration of war on the truth fills the skies of humanity The two realities are clearly not reflections of each other The tree of life is forever solid in its foundations And the illusion is a masquerade in the garden of existence A make-belief world of falsehoods, deception and lies All in the name of selfishness and wickedness It is true that the illuminated fibre of consciousness is beautiful But there is a dark shadow in the background It is this shadow of consciousness that wants to be the seat of power It is the fabrication of the story of life that forms the basis of its foundation It is a temple for those who are lost in the wilderness of the spirit It is an intoxicating condition of the mind It is an abomination in the eyes of God The branches of consciousness are the pedestal of hope The illusion is the dark cloud that begets evil It is true mankind has been divided over a long time From politics, economics, religion and common sense Mankind has long lost his beautiful facial expression of Love Sedated by the substance of knowledge, power and control Mankind fell into the abyss of selfishness and wickedness He started cultivating suffering, poverty and hatred in the garden of existence He erected a monument of despair in the eyes of the poor and vulnerable He broke the covenant of unconditional Love Forsaking the tenets of the path of Light Forgoing his sacred crown of beauty and majesty But this time around something formidable is emerging from the shadows of our foolishness A monster is encapsulating our minds A new form of reality is taking hold deep in some people's psyche A true horror of immense proportion is unfolding For the first time, Mankind is truly in danger It is time for each and every person To undress themselves of this wicked entity And be naked inside the tabernacle of being It is time to swallow our pride and follow the path of the everlasting life This is not a warning, it is sorrow displayed on the canvas of poetry ©Kenneth Maswabi