Missing Our Mark

All that exist is thought, beliefs in our head.
Scenery perception, its context misread.
An outside reflection of something that is happening within.
The make believe movement of time, the illusion of sin.
Missing our mark, because we are not attuned to our source.
Lost, in a sleep in The Garden, way off coarse.
Four hundred billion bits of information are being processed by our brains, but on an average, do to programing and prejudice of belief, only 2,ooo bits can be witnessed, while unseen, our divine ice burg remains.
It is but a speck that we see.
If we change our way of thinking, we change the way we believe.
Heaven is amongst us.
Enlightenment, is closer than our hands and feet.
Take a deep breath, be still, there is nothing to seek.
Yes, you are of the magic, splendor and love, Divine in your very essence.
Hell, is our ignorance, it is not a physical location somewhere bellow.
And Heaven, is not somewhere above.
As Heaven, is right here, now, and here & now, It has always been.
Welcome home, go within.