Emergent Processing

;#; New and growing senses developing within my being,
Alive in a way not fully sensed before,
A fullness, a beingness,
The eternal moment of now.
;#; ;#; How did I get here?
What journey ensued?
I went in and came out,
of a train, and a light bulb,
and the doorway to God,
To acceptance,
Complete,
Of all the above.
;#; ;#; I was caught between worlds,
Always on one side,
In fear of the other,
And yet split,
Or torn,
Am I really on both sides together?
;#; ;#; Not knowing and fearing the who or what was obscured,
Then just listening and seeing the outside as in,
Hearing at last,
The messages unceasingly offered.
;#; ;#; Finding the joy in the Truth,
The humour and laughter of finding myself,
Becoming whole again.
;#; ;#; The fear of oneself is all that there is,
And that fear of becoming,
and knowing just who you are.
;#; ;#; That knowing of self,
of the truth,
behind all that there is,
The truth that is mine,
That created all this,
Now empowered to do what I will and I wish.
;#; ;#; Unpicking the matrix,
Entwined through time,
By our ancestors, religions, laws and all,
Now unpicked and cleared,
And seen as it is,
Illusions and distortions keeping the matrix in-tact,
Just a self-made game in which we can hide,
Hoping and praying,
We can find our self again.
;#; ;#; Matthew Hudson ;#;