Some say reality is an agreed-upon illusion
We then conform to the state of things as they exist
Others claim it is a construct
Subjective and not based on empirical evidence

We then float on the waves of consciousness.
Working our intuitions past the illusions
They then tell us that everything is energy.
Reality but an illusion. Leaving us confused in this paradox

Our realities sometimes lay heavy on our shoulders.
But not to despair as Hope begins at our worst
Faith, the white dove that feels light when the sky is still dim
Our today’s moments design tomorrow, and every tomorrow carries our past.

Being present, living in every moment, is freedom.
Because every choice we make shapes our destiny
And without the troubles and challenges we face,
We cannot know the good and its possibilities.

Boundless joy lies within grasp,
Our thoughts the gates to this possibility
But…