Wandering the dimensions
i want to be lost in something thats not there.
writing is something that comes. now perhaps forever always. a book may end a
chapter, yet the story continues until all life is faded drawn away. and even then
there is more to be told. tonight begins another chapter scene book life born
again and new and yet not. here we are again, you i the space between. tonight
begins another story.
crash worship again. like the spring that comes and is gone. and each summer fall
winter we are but one year older, and so much the wiser. feeling alive again. as i
walk among the worlds and see and hear and touch and learn. so much. mysteries
half-remembered. but slowly becoming. a stronger understanding. as i walk among these
worlds. real and yet not. metaphors. meta-metaphors. of all that is. and yet
reality is jst as it is. and nothing more. the secret of walking among the dimensions
is to be completely here and there at the same time. completely aware of yourself
(where you are, who you are, the separate reality of duality). yet aware of nothing.
everything. and no self. to be completely aware and completely in void at the same
time.
and now is a time of a great meeting. as it is always. but we are not all. always
aware. sometimes never, none. and the meeting was both of those who i call my
people. some of whom others call the goddess people, freaks, modern primitives,
industrials, spirituals. and yet something greater. a meeting of ourselves. the
oneness which the universe is. a meeting preordained and yet not since. there is
no time to speak of in this world. everything is and was and becoming. i want
to say all at once. but at once are words to describe time, place. whose words
have no concept to form themselves with in this place.
and now i speak of time. for though the movie reel has no time of its own. the illusion
can be created by the focus of the light. shown through one frame at a time.
movement. and people. a sea of flesh. and for a time i come to an island in the
flesh, by a dying fire. and in this world i serve the guardian of the flame for
a time. as she chants the incantations over the dying flame, now glowing coals.
chanting. and in other worlds we are on the plains. as we let the spirit of the
universe flow through us. and chant the prayers. elsewhere. inhaling that charcoal
smoke deep into my lungs. and i learn of the spirituality of fire for me in my life.
the flame is both the teacher and the learner. and i am both the flame and its
keeper.
and as i move about in this sea of flesh, i wander the dimensions of the mind.
and EVERYTHING becomes true.