The Open Mind, Victorious

Darkness in the morning, and enemies of the discriminating open mind. A frightening thing in insecurity. And so, I am free from the union, and the freedom rides with real strength and assurance, perhaps lonely as it possibly has to be, and in this place there is certainty and uncertainty, and it repeats itself, and fires its question of duality, right into the heart of you. And peace hangs around for you, waiting on your understanding, It confronts you in its gentle way, but yet, it confronts you, and then the morning walks out of its gloom and into the day, where the colours of life reside, and then there is personal design, interpretation and creation, a world awaits change, and you have it cornered, it has nothing to say anymore, it is passive and stationery, and it agrees to comply somehow, and there are shadows of the past merged with the now in a moment of the reality of dream, and the enemies come to pass, and understood in your forgiveness of them, there is light in the heart, and the day has come to rest with you, and then is ease between yourself and the day.