Rehabilitation

Sensational is the process of rehabilitation.
More evolutionary than revolutionary.
Creating both physical and mental stress.
Catching all Inhabitants on this Earth,
What to expect to come next.
Although feeling the effects of this.

The Earth is also,
More a part of us than we suspect.
Yet...
We are kept to make believe,
From that which we have been birthed...
To be born.
Is not a living entity.
No matter what we are taught to teach.
That separates us from this reality.

Sensational is the process of rehabilitation.
To take for granted,
We are more than human beings.
Creatures of our thoughtless habits.
And not the creators,
Of our own selfish destinies.
Growing each day.
Finding fault and accusations made.
With limited minds to blame it claimed,
Whatever we do to others done.
Has nothing to do to us that comes,
From the Earth that has given us birth.
To think of Earth as only just dirt.
Dirt!
From which we all return!

You know...
From ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
To clean up and complain,
About this stuff collecting...
All over our precious possessions.
Possessions we worship more.
Than expressing our thankfulness,
For being blessed to experience...
The dismissing of truth and its reality.

With a continuing to refuse,
The facts and its proof.
Reduced to delude and exclude,
Us from it and it from us.
Because we feel it a must to remain fictioned.
Even going through the process,
Of an awakening rehabilitation.

'Where on Earth,
Do you get this stuff?'

Well...
I could admit being observant.
But...
I also realize that to confess,
Would leave others to suspect...
That process is a threat.
To the many who have no clue,
Of what being observant means.
Or its value!
So...
I leave it as it is.
A mystery!