Reality in a BOX

Life is what you make of it

An internal heaven becomes a pre-requisite for an Exterior one

birds in the sky spread their wings and fold them in with ease and strife 

the right kind of advice allures away detrimental vices 

An exterior heaven becomes the aftermath of an Interior one

the glorious lower heavens bequeathed with glorious lamps of light 

The captivating sweet soothing sounds of nature make my mind wander off in search of what i know not

Maybe I seek solitude

perhaps, a vast Inner solitude 

one I can walk in and meet no one

A solitude that brings out the heaven within

Over indulgence, a King's disease.

The new modernized civilization resides in a box

sometimes invisible

most times visible

live in a box

eat from a box

move in a box

think in a box

sit in front of a box

and finally

Buried in a BOX!

is this what modernization has become? 

Life is what you make of it

all that is in the earth is in some form in our bodies

from the sole of our feet to the crown of our heads

life is what you make of it

food for the body and food for the mind

over indulgence in the box of iniquity paves way to the box we're buried In.

People think they know what a tree is

they have no Idea!

What we see is only part of the story

beneath the ground

everything is connected and working together

there is violence and chaos everywhere

but if you sit still long enough

you'll sense an ancient order 

A deep peace that exceeds the confinements of the reality in a BOX.