Desire, ’tis but our perception of a need often dictated by our subconscious,
Our perspective mixed with core requirements akin to wearing rose tinted glasses,
Too often swayed by what we believe to be what we’re allowed,
As so many struggle to listen to their inner voices passes,
Squashing it with believed societal rules near always irrelevant.
For when one is contemplating say buying a perceived expensive lotion,
But in their mind is a monotone ‘what about your budget/kids need new somethings/have you washed the door?’
And perhaps an; ’Others will think your selfish/neglectful for buying yourself such a potion!’
Whilst the reality is it’s highly unlikely any other soul actually cares what cream you adore,
Our minds still filter it through an unnecessary array of conscious commotion.
Thus whilst ones need in this example may be needing a balm for dry skin,
’Tis transferrable to anything one needs going through such a mental din,
Pondering if something that should be any easy it is needed let it win,
Is unnecessarily severing away at ones connection to their core voice within,
Which has the potential to ripple into allowing an abundance of disconnection challenges to begin.
As the more we don’t listen to our own voice the less we can hear it’s spin,
Loosing guidance not just on needs but warnings that can support our very survival,
For the voice of our core selves is akin to being our compass guiding our life from within,
Thus each moment we shush it with conflicting thoughts results in another severed thread to it needing revival,
And each one we don’t repair with haste leaves us with less to turn to when we try to listen therein…
However, there seems a part of our core’s always awaiting our return like a beacon,
The moment we decide to reconnect being it’s element of hope to grasp for fuel,
Despite knowing the longer it takes to commence the longer it takes to heal ones soul,
And that the process can be perceived at times as an epic internal duel,
The seraphic lifestyle once realigned and connected to one's core though delicate is never not worth the plight.