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.

The Unknown World of Lunacy

First impressions... there were none. Not knowing myself enough to really chose something to go on. You can see it in their eyes when they don't understand.

Unworthy... as they sink into their mindless worlds of deception. holding tight onto their preconceived ideas of what this woman might be, but you will never even come close to understanding the mystery behind this form, so many expressions, so many faces, so many seasons and so many changes, how this never stays the same for long, as the moon waxes and wanes so does she.

Does it satisfy the mind or could it be something they had missed? I am conscience of my being but I don't feel real, gazing into your curious eyes wondering where I had lost myself, feeling something extraordinary, having stolen that world from me. She was then looking for answers in every direction,

And so she sent herself out into the world, into a delusional world, but the world non the less, it may have been a dream, but it was now too late to ponder. She was wandering somewhere vaguely familiar, she had shoved it away into the quiet place of make believe, the feeling had fallen so far down she could barely remember if it was real, but so she went on waiting for nothing to find her, frantically scanning her memories, some false some true, of what she thought might have been her life at some point in time.

There was now a sense of emptiness, perhaps a loss of something vital.
I was there standing above the pathways... tired, weak and straining to keep my eyes open. Hearing someone crying out to me, as I turned away... hiding in the dark she held them... feeling inferior, vulnerable and anxious, they dissipated into her world of make believe.

And they always ask why it was said this way, what it might be about the hopelessness of it all that was so thrilling, what might it be about this world of fantasy that you might not interpret the very same way.

It stops for a moment, then I find myself wondering if I'm my own at all, as
something slides its way inside my head, perversion of the mind, being drawn into a haze. singing the song. singing it without worry.

Seeking refuge in the deafening noise, beginning to amplify, waiting for the day, but there was no waiting. "Chose a side" she said... No, I couldn't possibly.

Melodic Bliss

Letting it swim around inside my mind. feeling the essence enter my soul, seeing my true connection with the highest elements of nature, watching myself from deep inside. catching the sweet musical ride. Coming into the ways of the spirit, dancing around hearing the voices from an ancient time. Mesmerized by wonder, memory of a liquid entity. Idea of a past fairytale moving its way inside of me, the dream state I had once forgotten coming alive again, watching the stillness, as I begin soaring into the moment of a glistening night. Recognition of a heart beating once as it stops to start again. Catching me, taking me away from the self I came to know.

Now time to pass this on, share the magic and share the silence, clouds of smoke surrounding our secret place. breathing in with simplicity, breathing out with relief, feeling complete and absolute. Standing together and apart from the mundane experience, Standing alone without a modified structure. It has no restriction, no standards to meet, letting us become one with the unquestionable freedom. Feeling the body of the substance from which this has been taken. Having no measurements, coming away from the judgment of this world, feeling the purity that has no limits.

Into the places of the magical beings, and the vast unknown, I am here! I am alive! I am free!

Feeling it swarm all around me, making me warm, taking me to that beautiful place of ultimate peace, without comparison. Influenced by nothing more, appreciation for the feeling of the highest of highs. On this level we see the external world with new eyes, looking into the infinite with a pure, definite understanding of this love.

In this moment ...as I now enter with clarity, together we realize that this life is sacred, our awareness goes deeper than what happens to us here, confusion is a lost thought, now seeing the ways in how we are becoming more than the contents of our life, noticing and hearing the chaos, but only listening to the dead silence. feeling the empty space in where this all happens, and where I might exist.

Now as I slow down, forever this shall remain, catch up with me soon. Not too far out, I'll travel with you in sight, I'll come back into orbit and see you off. As I sift into the forgotten worlds of yesterday, sinking back inside myself, slowly I fall asleep.