Too much reality 
can burn a hole
through your soul.

I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.

With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
war within.

I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all 
an illusion...

created for one purpose

to tell the story
of how we want to 
show up in this world. 

I can see beyond 
resistance, beyond 
division, beyond
despair...

we are one.

Where love flows,
roses grow 

with their own
reality built in.

Such is the 
circle of life, 
roses and thorns.

Both exist for
us to choose 
what we see.