why make sense of anything in a senseless world
after all isn’t it all just a... dream?
i am not as important as i think
i am not as insignificant as my thoughts say
i am not this or that
i am not my body or a even a soul
they are just identifications and stories the ¨i¨ tells
i am the ¨witness¨ of it all
i am not what i perceive or the perceived
i am the perceiver
what i am hears?
what i am feels?
what i am is beyond seeing but it is not unseen
what i am is nothing and everything
what i am shatters the notion of
what i am shatters the concept of
¨me¨, the ¨i¨, and you
what i am shatters separation
what i am is whole and void?
i am more than just words, images or holograms
language alone cannot describe what i am
¨i am¨ is an illusion
you see the illusion seems so real
You are awake!
What i am flows; it has no end or beginning
What i am is space...?
continually refining ¨my¨ vibration
i allow desires to manifest
if abide as pure awareness, then I am clear, serene
as i am these, I am detached of expectation or outcome
and so i manifest and radiate my true beingness
If i believe there is a ¨me¨ there is attachment
Attachment never leads to happiness
I become one with that which I identify or long for
Change is inevitable
And while pain is a great motivator to awaken
be grateful, fun, loving, beautiful
truth is -i just am-
nothing more or less
i am pure consciousness
i can enjoy this thing we call life
After all, if I am asleep I can choose to awaken from the dream
Or, I can remain awake as if it were an eternal blissful dream