The Schism

There was a split,
A schism set in motion.
Separating the eternal ethereal,
From the modernized material.
Differentiation of duality,
With heart and mind chemistry,
Now thrown into balance.
Becoming individualized intent,
Sorcerers of forgotten wisdom,
Lost to the inner machinations of time.
Evil fantasies made flesh,
To a constricting strain of life,
Lurking in the shadows,
Of this divided plain.
The difference,
Came from the realization of origin.
The devine eye for imagination,
The creators hand for creative purpose.
One life time to a grain of sand,
In the mighty desert of reality.
So come walk with me,
In the hollows of my dreams.
Delve deeper into the threads,
Woven in the sanctum of pure love.
Harmonize the simplicity of silence,
Nothing is that something worth doing.