Fruit getting ripe from a tree

It is time to bring my thoughts to other levels
instead of getting stuck in a never ending cycle.
Peeling off the layers from insanity,
swapping in between
fiction and none fiction.
Between good and bad.
Projecting my inner thoughts
with other thoughts
inside a vacuum of fear.
Droste effect
Where do the boundaries end.
Then projecting them to other people
that they interact with them.
With your deepest thoughts and feelings
stepping into fantasy worlds,
losing track, like swimming under ice
and searching for the hole to get out.
The mind is a weird piece of art.

Stepping aside of this mess
Eternity inside a thought
within the walls of not knowing
Growing in consciousness
tearing down fantasy worlds
Labyrinths are of the past
Like disappearing nightmares
clear views, like diamonds
Fruit getting ripe from a tree
with a sun shining down on it.
New surroundings in an easy breeze
enlightenment, remembering
even getting further than before
From there on it only will get better.
Eternity in love
cycles that never fade away.
That never cries in the shadows
from past lives. Justice will be done.
Light shines down for ever more
from there onward. Interacting with
the higher spheres as your own inner beauty.
Heavenly love from one life to another.
Minus all the mistakes you made,
you will be forgiven for everything.
When making good for them.