Vine of the Dead
a poem
do you see what I see do I see what you see
do you perceive my perception or me, yours
because perception is everything perception is key the key to understanding life you the self
as the self sees the self the dreamer awakens the illusion that deludes us the conditioning that conditions us the mind that tricks us
truth and illusion what is what and down we go the rabbit hole the hole of truth the whole of truth that’s actually an illusion
then down becomes up and up we go into the cosmos into our shadows
I you me them divided and one
which is it? both neither different same male female
confusion dizzying hallucinating vomiting
cleaning clearing dissolving merging integrating
and left with emptiness pure emptiness it’s terrifying
just be
empty
breathe
there’s nothing to hold onto nowhere to go
spaciousness
opens up to create
opens up to explore
opens up to see beyond the illusion
into the dream despising the dream yet loving the dream and loving the dreamer
til all that’s left is love
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