April 20th, 2009
DreamTime Realizations
I am my own dream,
the author of my living,
the sculptor of my reality.
I dream the dream of life,
but from deep within my dreaming,
I cannot help but wonder:
am I living a dream,
or dreaming a nightmare?
And will I wake from it, tomorrow,
or tumble off forever
through a thousand dimensions of color,
breaching universal membranes,
and grasping at stellar harmonies,
drifting through scents of realities,
until the end of time absorbs me,
and I am once more free
to fall into the Light?
Ever falling, ever shining,
to fall in time forever,
never wanting, never crying,
to finally go Home, and be free.
What joy! What joy,
to return to blissful peace
and know myself a mere particle
within the grander atoms of the living universe,
itself but a fluid organism,
a particle within the grandest atoms of them all,
in the beating heart of the timeless living God!
I dream the dream of Freedom,
and I dream the dream of Life;
my dream is all of Dream;
my life is all of Life;
and my heart is the Heart of God.
Yes, I am going all woogly in the head, again. And oddly enough, all it took to send me there was one word: ideal. A word typed not even in the same context as the crazy passage my mind flew off on, when the word fluttered about in my convoluted brain. This, my friend, is what it means to be insane; this wild, violent loss of mental directional control; this cold, vertiginous plunge into the whirpool of rational irrationality; this blazing, frenzied dance of elemental dreamtime realization. Yes. I am wholly, grandly, and gloriously insane.
I suppose I may as well relish in it, since it isn’t going away, any time soon. Perhaps, if I act all pretentious and uppity about my “divine madness,” I can pass it off as Genius (TM), and no one will be the wiser. Maybe I will get a book deal, or a movie option, or a late-night talk show out of it. Or, at the very least, I may get some change tossed my way from a frightened businessman who passes my raving sidewalk sermonizing on his way to the afternoon train. And that would be pretty cool with me.
