She popped like a tick to flame. disgusting really. She was figuring out this was a dream the I/We made up in our belief we had actually separated from God/Us/I.
You see, we really do think we're here. But we never left There. We're dreaming and no matter how hard we follow the rules of how to get along in the cyclical nature of our "so called lives", we will never reach any enlightenment other than that that belongs to our dreams.
Dreams have skin like the inside of balloons. They stretch but they never let you go.
Take another hit and think about it.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
The Big Dream
They set about to wager,
will she bend or relax into the dark sky, calm and savor?
Can she find the end,
will she stumble into bliss,
or live for another forever in blight, bend, bend, continue to miss?
This dream, they play their part but it is her art
built to suit her size, her lists designed to keep her apart.
Not one but a trillion, dreams to make and waver. When will it end? Again another bet to wager.
will she bend or relax into the dark sky, calm and savor?
Can she find the end,
will she stumble into bliss,
or live for another forever in blight, bend, bend, continue to miss?
This dream, they play their part but it is her art
built to suit her size, her lists designed to keep her apart.
Not one but a trillion, dreams to make and waver. When will it end? Again another bet to wager.
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