Delusion clangs with certainty.
Wisdom whispers inquiry.
Delusion blares a monologue.
Wisdom welcomes dialogue.
Delusion clings to rigid drills.
Wisdom breaks, reflects, rebuilds.
Delusion seeps from ancient scars.
Wisdom stretches toward the stars.
🪷 Delusion or Wisdom?
A poetic study in distinguishing wisdom from delusion, whether inside (as in old anxiety patterns) or outside (as in political/religious diatribe)
Love your use of contrasting language here. I have yet to take a moon photo that isn't fuzzy!