Message to self

Crying and laughing, for nothing is as it seems.

Beyond the hysteria, husle and bustle of humankind, my kind,

Beyond the dimensions of the living and the dead,

Beyond the realm of shapeshifting spirits,

Beyond all the layered states of this ongoing dream,

Beyond the stitchings that hold it all together,

Beyond the realms of expressive vibrations and geometric configurations,

Beyond the energetic matrix,

As close as I can get to the indivisible Source,

At the very opened gate of pure Nothingness, stillness, completeness, the Void,

I am still anchored to the madness, the projection, the illusion,

I can tell none of it is... 'real',

Yet, all of it, a bewilderingly convincing smoke screen,

Appearing and feeling so tangible,

so poignant,

so real.

Laughing and crying, for nothing is as it seems,

I feel myself being pulled right back in,

Never all the way in,

Never all the way in.

Thus, I enter the dream...

I enter the dream...