i see no "real" difference between delusion and reality.
the relationship between different and ever changing
contexts gives us the concept of delusion,
deep feeling inside cannot effect this, thought does it.
even a poem written half out and half in sleep
as greeting and present is not less true than
a call at lunchtime to announce the end
of the world. fortunately there was no call
like that today, only loads of work followed
by relaxation and meeting my horse.
not each poem must be art,
the "truth" of the present moment is enough.
emotional honesty is my gift and my task,
wisdom is where i go a bit more than before.
this is my call to me today, my diary.
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