I am starting to see the beauty of the flow

what really matters and how life is suppose to go

What is important and what is obsolete

what holds true value and what carries ultimate peace

These materialistic items in the way

 remove the heartfelt sense of praise

That is innately intertwined

to our spirits

so divine

That we have forgotten our own birthright

 to this immeasurable beam of light

That is always within and without

 it takes a willingness to arouse

To release this cloud of doubt

this weight of shame

this cold and rainy enigma of pain

It is rare yet attainable and sweet

this dualistic flow of realistic grace

 this taste of a heavenly aim