Caught between desires,
as opposite as they are clear,
wants tugging at my sleeves,
saying “pick me, pick me”.
The unsettled nature,
of obfuscated vision,
leads a desperate plea.
Where in the middle is me?

How silly it is to be upset by misconceptions.
The world is not wicked.
The world is warm, rainbow light.
Relax in the eternal embrace.
Do not be confused or distraught.
All is an expression of infinite space and time.
Dwell in the inexhaustible radiance of love.
The mind is a cosmic mirror.