Dreaming Into The Day, Doing The Dream As A Way, The Way That Isn’t, Yet Is…
Can you stand to live your life without needing it to mean anything, to have no purpose, to be free of being anything at all?
Oh, how foolish I am to ask such a question of anyone.
There is nothing I can say to you.
“Learn from everyone, follow no one, be your own revolution.”
Awareness as everything or…
“We are all living in the imagination. The question is whose imagination are you living in, ‘Yours or theirs?'”
I suffer my suffering to know…
My work is to free myself from trying to free myself from my suffering.
Laughing while crying is a transmutation of delusion into truth.
You have to enter to return.
What that means precisely for you can not be answered by anyone but you. Even then, you may never come to know the answer of your own quest.
Nonetheless…
It is your quest to go on.
Go as you may. Go as you will.
Be blessed and may you come to know what you must, as it will be.
I am A Sacred Document.
My Words Are A Sacred Document.
And I have not yet come to know what that means.