In that waking
or sleeping dream,
when you can’t escape
the monster…

You try running
but your legs tangle.
You try fighting
but fangs pierce your flesh.

Then one day
you call to the Beloved inside
and poof,
the monster disappears.

Why does it work
when nothing else will?

It’s the Love
that dissolves the illusion,
like warm milk
does honey.

The honey seems
so thick and real,
but then it blends,
sweetening all life.

When you
and move

All that you
ran from
and chased

leaving only the real and true,
the you,
that is forever and always

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