Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Epistle to Lucy

It was the day of the vernal equinox, it was the night of the super full worm moon, and all the eggs are balancing on the laser's edge of Tao. Look, mind cannot stare into such fire. Love does.

Accordingly, when mind is looking into fire, pain. When love is looking through that looking glass of Tao, self-awareness. So here's the story—lucid dreaming is all about the love of looking

and the world is only dreaming with the mind. Not to be too esoteric, the love of looking or looking with love is either yin or yang like Cold Mountain or Rumi or Lalla.

Deconstruction, devotion, and resurrection are demonstrative like gods, goddesses, and springtime for Ariel. The fine print—love is like a magnet to the mind, so charismatic, and mind appears to love to be a dream.

No comments:

Post a Comment