Not good enough

A strange contraction arises within, the cause of which to us remains unknown but our vibrant heart, fully cleansed from sin, urges us to reclaim soul’s light we own. Be this as it may, it signals we sway, no doubt seeking a this or that outcome, which if denied makes blue skies appear grey, darkening our aura, once so winsome. Stuporous attention is our downfall, still rooted in habit patterns of old and that we’re living light we don’t recall, as dreams within dreams in our mind unfold. Ninety nine percent is not good enough ~ We must max the test, else life will be rough