The Illusion
Breaking off from the body of God,
we fell asleep into “The Land of Nod”.
Forgetting who we really are,
your pieces of yourself were shattered
like a falling star.
Creating illusion of you not God expressed,
you deny God until you finally accept
it is an illusion that has to end.
Gathering back your pieces
to you are once whole,
Remembering everything
that you know.
Then you can then just be,
Be joyful and happy.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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