Purely Metaphysical-Letters To A Consciousness Waiting In Waste Letter Iv Poem by Steve Bergwerff

Finally,
I tore down the walls,
Now it’s up to fate.

I never realised how hard of a task this really is!

Either or,

It starts with breaking down barriers built by the subconscious. It takes a subconscious mind to recognise a subconscious wall.

I let both walls fall, I chose not to have a preference. As a result, I started to feel like I was hovering over top of life. Then I saw the truth of myself, which was a spectacular sight. Now I must be patient and trust in that truth, so bring on fate.

This is just the beginning.

Much more temptation I will taste. However, today I felt a gapping whole in my chest, but it was not hollow. Truth ripped across the cavity wall and that is the sweetest taste of all.

What I loved I love no longer. A new love struggles to grow. I will always love.

There was a time when my world revolved around she, and when that world crumbled down I felt myself dying inside. Death has taken its course and I am reborn again. And as I will never forget the love we shared, that love will remain where it died.

I love The no more sleeping beauty.