Lost in the Maya

Lost in the sea of the Maya, it sometimes feels like quicksand. Pulled in every direction, like an involuntary puppet. The sweet smell of redemption feels so close but it's like walking off a pier, into the unknown, the new. Familiarity is comfortable, simply because of habit. The inner child is definitely burning strongly within. Beyond the walls and illusions, into the innate inner core. Being at the biggest, scariest, fork in the road, which path will I pick? The path of illumination and enlightenment is only going going to be an open door, an option for a certain period of time. Time is running out. The inner child is not happy, not at peace, not proud. She is screaming inside, screaming to come out, to make things right. To walk the preordained path in the sun. The path were intuition and direct perception illuminates as the path of resolution, reality, and righteousness...