We are not dead or alive; we create an imagination of ourselves and dream it is our own to live.

When someone asks you something and you say you know, that’s a lie. You don’t know anything for anyone, yet you know everything for no-one. The No-one, which is you. But do you know what’s worse? What’s worse is that you keep trying to look somewhere else for answers, and you can’t seem to stop and face the emptiness of yourself; the fear in your own shadow. You walk, day after day casting a shadow under you. You hid your fears well, in broad day light, right beneath your feet. No one suspected it. No one suspected that you hid your fears in your own shadow. And ironically that no-one, is you. That emptiness is your own non-self. The formless void that you cast the day you were born.

What are you running away from? What are you so busy reading about in books that you can’t take a moment and look inside yourself to find? What is it that you think you’ll find by reading this? Some sort of revelation? Some sort of reminder? Are you so weak that you can’t just remind yourself? Where’s your warrior spirit? What happened to your strength?

You lie to yourself, you say you are weak. You judge yourself in a corner and you don’t want to move. You like it. You like lying to yourself about it.

You say you’re distracted. That’s another lie. You intentionally throw yourself all over the place with your thoughts. No one else is there. Only you and your thoughts, your distraction is that you don’t want to face it. You don’t want to face what is right in front of you. You don’t want to face what is deep within you when you close your eyes. You don’t want to stream into your own darkness.

You just don’t want to face yourself, admit it. You’re too afraid of yourself. You’re too afraid of you. And when you got to see yourself you felt comfort and discomfort, then the little sound in you said.“No, don’t” that little sound that keeps you stuck in your fear, that little sound that makes you mad, insane. That little sound that pushes you away from the one thing you can’t run away from, like a snake eating its tail. Your own emptiness is yours to be with. No one will do it for you. Use the irony, you are no-one. Turn the table around. Enter yourself. Enter your emptiness.

What are you holding on to?

What are you stuck on?

Who remembers?

How long are you going to stay in non-remembrance?

What will it take to ignite your being again?

What will it take for your butterfly to fly?

What will it take for your heart to flow again?

What will it take for you, to stand covered up in your fear, drenching in its filth then burn it off with the strength of your love?

The star you were; What will it take to make it shine?

Can’t you see it?

Can’t you see yourself?

Look at you!

Look in you!

Undrain!

Un-know!

Find what fills you and suck it dry

Drink every last bit of what quenches your thirst

Be the maniac, that doesn’t stop until they get what they…..

And don’t stop there. Further is the word. Don’t stop at anything! Never stop for anyone! Don’t let anything bring you back or pull you down!

Devour everything in your way.

WAKE UP! NOW!

And through it all, I will be the wall that holds your back straight! Feed on me, if need be. Drain me, if you can.

But you won’t know how to, for I overflow.

I am the inexhaustible source. I am the everlasting you. I am your whole emptiness. I am your loved fears, your strong weaknesses.

I am what fuels you to live and what is going to kill you when you least expect it. I am your creator and destroyer and from once you left me you shall return to me. For in me there is the vast emptiness that is full, with all of you.

And when your dream is over, you’ll wake up and realize it was only I in here. There never came a you, it was but a dream and like all,

All dreams end.

Awakening always is. Truth never left. It was all but a dream.

 

 

Row Row Row your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily Merrily Merrily

Life is but a Dream