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Symphonic cadanzas play aloud

I see spiritual beings shining out in crowds,

I hear affirmations chanted outwardly

I feel the universe undoubtedly,

Stars sparkle and the moon glows irridescently

Beneath them all I feel infinite yet insignificant indeed

I see comets streaking across the night sky

Like scars cutting out incisions causing cosmic rifts as they fly.

You see we all are part of this synchronicity state

All part of this self created place

That eminates from our conscious minds

For ever awakening at various times

Yet do we grasp and hold on to these moments

Or do we put them aside and return to being blind

Like eyeless beings with empty minds

Staggering all around seeking excitement on which to dine

But unaware its all just illusion and fantasy

Created by our minds since infancy

We are victims of our own world we live distractedly

Unaware of everything divine and sublime

And as all the miracles and wonders of all that is passes by

I seek to find why so many seek comfort within this lie.