How deep does it go?
But really, what if everything is an imagination excitement experiment.
In other words, a dream.
Not a new idea.
A vivid yellow spark of joy pulses in space.
Its a tiny sphere.
Perhaps there is life on the surrounding dust.
That started as original and became too contrived.
Red and green dots ranging from an inch to three in diameter float and dance all around me. They sway up and down while leaving a faint after image. They range from barely visible to blinding, with a bell curve distribution.
That’s more original but sort of boring.
A yellow octagonal tube instructed mass consciousness.
Today its invisible bits.
Consciousness lies at the root.
Cycles within cycles.
The freedom to imagine.
The pleading to have time.
The dreams of the pure.
Caught in endless rhyme.
Eh not bad.
Back to meditation 🙂