We make and create our own reality; non-physical consciousness
claims the impetus for developing our abilities in the best interest
of the world and our own species, are provided by our impulses
We have been taught to mistrust normal impulses as chaotic,
dangerous and contradictory, that we can’t trust ourselves –
but what then is the purpose of impulses; what is the reason
For their bad standing in the perspective of religion and science;
if our impulses were meant to enhance our lives, as well as our
whole civilization; it would give us hope to discover and enjoy
The realm of our own subconscious, to regard our innate
abilities and nature as very precious and good…
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Amen to this! We do not live life as specimens in a natural history museum! Very reflective poem- almost a meditation. Wonderful, and pure Marilese at her best.