The Unreal
1 min readSep 30, 2020
A Poem by J. Marshall
It’s unreal because nothing else matters now despite what worldly evidence
Is showing me
Beauty at a degree that makes the eyes want to do much more than well-up
My eyes want to pour like fountains, seeing existence from the spiritual lens
It’s added so much more
To life, it’s unreal to think that it was here the whole time
Such a beautiful dream
A dream so beautiful that it could only be unreal
Even if it’s the truest thing in existence
To leave this is unimaginable
To the soul connected
It’s impossible!
Such a beautiful dream
This life, a life, all of life
Amid an endless parade of distractions
This infinite creation has been moving perfectly beneath our noses the entire time
