Complexities

And so I hear but do not see or see but do not hear. That which appears before seems unreal and that which I sense becomes my reality.  In human understanding, time moves quickly as the stars collide.  Two plus two equals four and the sky is blue yet my hearts see very differently. Propelled into a vortex of hope, my heart knows that which the mind refuses to comprehend and my soul speaks clearly while my caddy mind speaks only rubbish.  So I move yet do I move with purpose?  I speak yet the words are unrecognizable. My flight once navigated by faith hitting the turbulence of humanity, rocking with uncertainty, while hitting patches of calm. Hearing but not seeing, I hear the cries of those who have forgotten, hear the wailing of those who refuse to believe. Fear becomes my companion for I want not to hear such sorrow, such pain. Because I cannot see, the cries become louder, deafening my soul, causing me to propel out of control and into a state of panic. This panic it comes from conformity, from depending upon that which is agreed upon as truth by human rationale. In our universe, two plus two equals four but in reality faith plus hope equals the Father’s love. And so I work hard to come from the darkness to shed the scales that have grown over my eyes that I may see and yet when sight is regained I find myself without hearing. Then the terror begins. That which I see is not real, it cannot be real for people are hurting each other, apathy rules the land and here I stand unable to hear, to distinguish sounds to lead me to safety. Wander I must into the darkness of the shadows attempting safety among the darkness. Yet it is the darkness which brings coldness to my soul, which petrifies my abilities. There I stand paralyzed, able to see yet unable to speak. It is not until I stand up to my fears, not until I remove myself from the darkness do I see that that which I feared is but an illusion, a misplaced understanding of reality. Spoken by human tongue, that which I thought I knew is nothing but manipulated theories, derivatives of a con-vexing ego.  For my life to thrive I need not the sight of the eyes or the hearing from the ears, I need only my heart wrapped in the actualities of the soul; then I will be able to see and hear, know and understand.  The Father has given to me a moment, a wrinkle in time, that I my thrive, that I may live in the holiness of His reality, live as love compounded by faith and derived from hope. Stubborn I have become thinking instead of knowing, following instead of leading, marking instead of envisioning. And so my moment resets, my opportunity at hand; hands folded in prayer, a heart ready to lead, a soul ready to listen and a mind silenced by faith. These next steps I take are steps toward me thriving for in these next steps both see and hear, I both know and understand for the air in which I breathe is the air of faith. Jump I will into the arms of hope that it will lead me into the Father’s home papered in love. Harmonious my life when it is  my own, when pander not to the ways of  human ideologies for built upon derived logic, they actually exist not. My reality no longer blurred by the lines of definitive science and reactive emotion. My reality is that of the Father’s unconditional love motivated by humility, a humility I must become, a humility that is love without condition. On bended knee and hands folded in prayer, I begin this day anew, able to see, able to hear, willing to know, willing to understand. I leave behind my ties to the complexities and inconsistencies of humanity that I may thrive in the Father’s love.