You are my mirror and I'm looking beautiful today. You are
my self and I am writing every moment of this play. This is my dream and lucid
self-awareness its display.
True, self-awareness is not a laughing matter, but all that clouds
awareness is. Why did the turkey vulture cross the road? The reflection of the
sky in this stream of consciousness knows no sides.
Every word is just another brick in the story. Real masons deconstruct conspiratorially. In an ocean of Shiva swim invisible whales in true moby glory.
Thus, dreaming separation is the first addiction. Dreaming self-awareness
is the last step. Still, I keep telling myself over and over it takes zero steps to reach the
heart of godliness.
And In a gadda da vida lived the plus and minus. One would think
it's zero, yet I know the great unknown. Knowing I am, while understanding I'm
not what I think I am, is like walking on a razor's edge without a net.
Oh the godly-mystic-experiential-naturally-without-thought is
being like a cherry blossom once again.
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