Aware I Am Unaware

Although I believe

all of us do it,

that none are exempt,

I can only speak

from my own experience

that proves to me that

I project

my thoughts,

my beliefs,

my expectations,

my stories,

and my ideas,

into my imagination

and then outwardly

onto the fabric

of the reality

within which

I choose

to experience life.

Accordingly, I add

or subtract

meaning

to everything I experience

to cause my reality

to always be consistent

with what I choose to

believe about it.

Can it not therefore be said

that I am creating reality

after my own image

and likeness?

that I am living within

a construct

I have made

with my mind?

that I am living

within a delusion

I empower and sustain?

If this is true,

How can “God”

within this context

be anything other

than a mere projection

of my mind,

an ideal I establish,

and an idol I worship?

I am weary

of the reality I drape

over the people,

events and circumstances

that comprise my experience

I call my life.

I want to know the truth.

I hunger and thirst for

that truth that exists outside

the complex mind

I have created for myself.

I want to know the

Creator,

the source of all that is;

the one

who provides the backdrop,

who sets this all in motion.

I want to know others

who have the courage

to accept that there are things

they know they don’t know,

that know that

many of the things

we think we know

are simply not true.

Who are aware

they are unaware,

and who,

though ok with this,

are interested

in becoming aware

and discovering

the truth.