Not Mine

The world is benevolent,
If you just let it be.
Not to contain it as stagnant matter,
But so as to let it flow through you.
This very beauty,
It chokes your heart at first,
But then it sets in.
It's almost like you're breathing in a life force,
A purity that feels like a stark pungent poison of sorts
That feeds through your veins and invigorates you.
As a being, as a movement in relationship with everything around you,
In all the suffering and struggles perceived individually,
The world is benevolent
If you open your eyes and feel it.

This reality
Is not my reality.