The fantasy vs the dream

The smell of sandalwood, the soft breeze, the sense of peace that comes when you settle in. Your mind empties, your body relaxes, your awareness dulls.

The idea of the sanctuary, the fantasy that exists only in your mind. This place, conjured by words and read sensations. Does it only exist in your mind? Or is it a place created by someone with power, grace, poise?

A faceless, nameless, force that draws you in. A dream of acceptance, a wish for acknowledgement, a desire so deeply seeded the roots are grounded in your reality. There is no escape.

But... when you gaze just enough to see the light that warms you. You realize the fantasy and the dream are one, are real, are everything that gives you reason to live.

That my dear ones is the power of presence vs the showiness of ego.