All You Are Poem by ShelleyAnne Stanworth

When paper,
meets ink it highlights,
little things that don't matter
Often splits,
society into rich or suffering,
oblivious all are the latter
Baffled when,
confronted with random,
puzzle pieces to be connected
As life,
is like a jigsaw,
except the end result is the unexpected
Like a ripple,
on the surface
let unfold through us whats meant to be
Calm still,
waters below watches,
peacefully, true love is let free
Caught in,
turbulent rapids
by limits put on our existence
Deep eternal
empty, engaged but
to perciece is our substance
Blindfolded we are,
in life, hidden from our eyes,
our pure true power within
That the world,
is just our mind
which creates, suffers from and plays in
And it drains,
our spirit that we dont
grasp with our fingers
the chains,
on the door, control isn't gone,
yet anxiety lingers
In insecurity,
we wont open,
conditioned to block
Out the light,
inside ourselves
has always been the key to the lock
These strict,
limitations on life,
minds came together and insisted
Physical life,
is short yet
time endless so we have barely existed
We needed,
rules and regulations
to give life and death importance
To strive,
use time and get
presumed born lacking self acceptance
Spitting fire,
regardless of the human
races, the planets great fatality
It is our
mind that keeps
on dreaming, circling this reality
Our conflicted,
involvement in ever
changing surroundings unrefused
Underestimating,
within the already
present power and strength, confused
We keep on
living a dream we're unaware
we're in, sleeping is our waking
What is,
considered real,
our known, is just us mistaking
That control,
isn't ours, each going
rouge fighting in battle alone
Against fate,
mind created when a path
was already laid out in stone
True reality,
is waiting,
in the unknown, not the dream which is fake
We're dreaming,
all night then
to dream again, never choose to wake
And simply,
forgetting the truth
inside that we have known
And to
remember all in life,
all we become attached to or are shown
Is ever
changing, inconsistent,
yet has already been and died
Our true,
self is before,
time and space had its title, meaning or divide
Light, pure,
love using our lives
here to express, engage and pursue
A harmony
we and all life crave,
a unity and not to be split in two