In this line of vision
There’s a blind spot that lives
Where unawareness exists
Where an unknown ignorance persists
But the spot disappears
When we change our perspective
So that we may observe the parts
We had unknowingly kept in the dark
However, the irony subsists
In not what is exposed
The flaw is in the illusion
That what we see is a final conclusion.
What we have to remember
A changed perspective shifts
Not only the viewer’s perception
But a newly formed blind spot’s
“Clutter is a physical manifestation
of fear that cripples our ability to grow.”
Taking up mental space, whispering insecurities into the mind.
Feeding fear a five course meal and continuing feeding it past fullness
Collecting tangible things to fill an intangible black hole thought to reside deep in the soul.
Marking a territory not to be settled or owned.
Distracting vision from the beauty of a rose to see what satisfies the ego.
Convincing space it has enough room for more and cramming so much to avoid mobility.
Spreading itself on the surface covering the way into the space where true abundance resides.
It is clutter, all just Clutter.