reality...

reality lies beneath the dream...
naked and bare...all alone...
the nails have been nailed,
in the coffin of self,
mind clings for dear life...and its song...
it is only a song, a song that's now still,
empty, of what it was not,
consciousness now remembering again,
what time and space had forgot...
caught in a trap...mind in a box...
a lie that forgot how to be...
everything leads to nothing...
nothing blows like a breeze...
the leaf does not know,
which way the wind will blow,
consciousness cannot be aware...
awareness cannot be aware of itself...
like the breeze it can be anywhere...
not trapped by time, nor kept in space,
consciousness is it's own being...
cannot know just how it blows;
it's flow is all it's freeing...

tlc...

this day...

Look to this day,
For it is life,
The very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
The realities and verities of existence,
The bliss of growth,
The splendor of action,
The glory of power --

For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision,
But today, well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well, therefore, to this day.

Sanskrit Proverb