Middle Earth ( Perception's Playing Field) / Pi Day

Middle Earth
Perception's Playing Field
 Pi Day

Hypnotized beasts

March from the East

While the rest

Manifest from the West

And In between it all, is Middle Earth

Perception's playing field for death and birth

A most peculiar place

Made mostly of space

An illusionary reflection of, and for, the physical race

It exists neither here nor there

But rather here and there

Everything and anything else are everywhere

Thought is the Master; thought is the Slave

The path that it walks is the path that it paves

Here, all is forgiven, and no one's to blame

As Lucifer tries to defrag his own brain

He's lost his intent; he's forgotten his name

While his ass rearranges the rules to his game

Here, within this poem, lies a simple answer

To this seemingly, unsolvable spiritual cancer

Look to the souls of the very young and the very old

Forget all the stories that the so-called "Preachers" have sold

Trust your true self and not what you think

Believe, not in most words written in ink

Instead, turn and look, past your physical self

And there you will find your unlimited wealth

You are a spirit that's naturally kind

And Spirits know all but your body is blind

Now take back control and perceive all that is good and true

Then manifest Love and hate will forever undo

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 
Fourteenth Day

 Of The Third Month

In the Year Two Thousand And Fifteen
3.1415

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