In a field of grass I was plentiful without,
The universe which I was present,
Gave me a myriad of choices in the one percent which I hath lived in.
For among this myriad I was given but two ideas and paths to wander down, 
and if I chose both the sword cut through me and I would have to start over,
But I was not alone,
For among these two choices, only one was realistic, 
only one could be the truth in a realm which was hard to explain.
In the universe so plentiful, how can things be so simple?
 Isn't it a mark of the human mind to see complication? 
To address complication and apply complication? 
Unraveling and unfolding the unwarranted challenges that the world has delved itself deeper in?
The deepest fear was a heart of commitment to both these choices,
One seems to make everything come alive,
 while the other is a distraction to the universe which dwells within.
I'm sorry if I am straightforward, but no more can we linger in the darkness. 
If it is sentiment and health which we desire, then why not go upon a path which health and sentiment is certain?
Say no more you are lost, for the universe is kind.
A field of grass, simple in its plant life, 
seems far more reasonable than a city of wonders,
 but could never be as diverse as an ocean where life lives in more colors and mystery than the dress she wears.
Being complacent, 
no matter where the road may take us, 
and thanking that we have been given what we have been given.
So this is the opposite to common temptation. It is time to be whole again.

I haven't been posting lately, but I've been praying a lot and searching for the right way to know God.