Escapism is the illusion

Dragged behind a thousand eyes dictating my every move. Seen and analysed like a puzzle piece waiting to be placed within this absurd rat race.

While I scurry and scuttle through the edges and cracks of a system's blind spots, dashing for that elusive exit sign hovering above an imaginary door.

Painted on the wall of a dead end like Wily Coyote painted to catch the road runner. Meep Meep!

Bashing into it, frustrated and torn, I back track seeking ever more. The elusiveness of physical escape only beckons me further into a landscape of spiritual wonder.

Questioning physicality and entering into pure energy.

The exit was never on a wall or hidden away, it was within me, apart of, parts known of the whole.

The great escape being of the heart opening and igniting. The mind can be swayed, thought the heart stays.

The course set for higher explorations, divinity awaits.

Ascension assured by the beating of this heart pulse.