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“My life has become absurd,

It feels unreal,”

I wail.

“It is–”

The subtle voice whispers

“Not real”



“But I feel

like I’m losing control”

I cry.

“You can’t lose something”

It comforts

“That you never had”



“I think I‘m losing my mind,”

I groan.


the quiet voice soothes,

“Then all you’ll have left

Is your heart”



from “The Jewel I AM” poems © Dr. Connie Stomper, 1998

What experiences have you had of an inner or spiritual “reality” that gives perspective to events and circumstances in your outer “reality”?  Which reality do you primarily live in?  Which do you want to spend more time in?