In Doubt No More

rays
Streams of consciousness
interpenetrate your
supposed reality.
It comes alive
in moments of
reckless abandon
when eyes and ears
relate with knowledge
unknown in the physical.
When the tongue moves
not but
is moved.
When eyes seek not
to see
but revel in
the mystery that
illuminates their
charm.
When fingers touch
nothing but space
unencumbered
with strings of pearls.

Then can you
know that
you are alive.
Then can you truly
sense
anything worth
understanding.
Then can you know
what is feels like
to know God.
But in while
look, touch, taste
and remind yourself
of what is not
real
so that in the
end,
you will know
and teach
that in knowing
not,
you can know still.
And in sensing
death,
can you experience
life.

Remember this and
then forget
so that life
may direct your path
and stream in
consciousness
awake.
In life and death,
the toll is
yours to
take or break.
Be one with life
so that you may
feel the difference
tween what’s here
and real.
Discuss it not;
words can sometimes
fib.
Live it better
yet,
and conceive the
essence of reality
in form and truth
imaginative,
for here you’ll find the
you inside.
Here is the one great
truth.
Life, my love,
begins with you.

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