The conflict which
I call my own
Is it really a conflict,
is yet to be known
The conflict I feel
within to come from grace in all situations
And the drag I feel
to go on an ego trip at every instigation.
The conflict I feel
within to believe the outside events as a cause of me
Or the reality is
what I first create within?
The conflict I feel
to see all of life as miracle
Or to defy each
grace as a logical conclusion
The conflict I feel
to be fooled by life
Is it really a loss
to be fooled or the greatest gift showered to experience life?
The Conflict I feel
within to look at each illness as a gift to learn and heal
Or to suppress it
with medication which creates an illusionary healthy feel.
The conflict I feel
to trust an abundant caring universe
When all of news
bombards to believe the exact scary reverse.
The conflict I feel
within to reside in non action
When all of life
have been taught to plan and make things happen
The conflict I feel
to be a victim and blame others
Or to look within
as a mirror to love and accept me which otherwise I would never discover.
I know for sure
that this conflict is the first step into the unknown
It’s the
caterpillar’s struggle into the colorful beautiful world to call its own.
All I wish and pray
for me and others,
That we all pay
heed to this conflict and really really struggle.
For as we struggle
with this conflict within
We will all learn
and truly heal.
And as we all heal together,
the world would heal
And we will live to
share the experiences of our beautiful worlds within.
