Unraveling a mystery; interpreting a vision of complexity

Here you cant be yourself, because you have no self.

I am deep inside of an unknown place. . .In a mindless sort of way.

Surrounded by the substance of soul
My mind swims around a field of stillness.

All the threads that bind us to existence are vivid and strong.

Secret worlds and faraway places
recollection of memories long forgotten, but never deserted.
Calling my name quietly, I hear a whisper and wake up from my dream.

You barely touched me, while fully embracing me
Waves of inspiration come crashing in.

No longer chasing desires.
What was once above me is now below.
I caught a glimpse of your dream, it was the one with me in it.

Now I'm watching you watch me, and its the most beautiful thing I could have imagined.

Meeting me where the sun rises.
Giving me reason, giving me something to say.

We dont need a reassurance to know if were alive.
You feel it and I feel it, so strongly that nothing else matters.
We are Here.

Ambiguous Mystification

Seeing a whirling mass of deceit, Its tired, its tender, its lacking in clarity, its an indistinct shape I can not name, this was something unintentional, so uncertain the true meanings have been disputed, there had been a distinguishing significance about the source at some point.

-thinking the next day will bring serenity. Going on, moving on, not looking back, being bothered, pretending to be sane, being able to relate to that madness. Can one really not see it? -Can it be that its non existent, falling with nothing for too many reasons.

Now untouched and forgotten, underestimated and misjudged for its true value and purpose.
it now suffers and feels the pain you have become numb to.

Its simplicity, and its contradicting, you may not accept or understand that its alright to embrace it, and to leave this as it is. Your meaningless interpretations make no difference now, nor will they ever, because this life is untouchable and this life is not controlled or manipulated by anything in existence.

Climb above the Quick moving eyes of humanity

This life is the eye that watched before coming into place.

Standing at great eminence looking over it all, standing at a peak, above the trees that block my vision, beyond the clouds of judgment that confuse my mind.

I see only all the truth of life, and in that calm realization of truth I am at peace, I am okay with it all.

I turn my affection inward and outward at the same time, penetrating the same source, having no part in humanity, but still living life apart of everything.

Having no painful memories of human emotion, only living deep inside of the imagination and abstraction, being part of the whole, knowing every possibility exists within this moment.

In the world above the eyes, I have found my salvation.

random insight: Science and mathematics Run parallel to reality, they symbolize it, they squint at it, They never touch it -RobinsonJeffers