lay over me my image
that I am, that I am
I come superimposed in certainty
in certainty and shadow
(am I the last to see
this as a dreamscape?)
tell me this garment
is pretty and becoming
and becoming completely unnecessary
take my infinity (my soul’s life
time) and ask, who writes?
who writes this soul’s life?
(this quill evolved
through my eyes and
before I am dressed)
am I the last to see
this as a dreamscape
in lucid tones and quality
even as I stretch and
wake from every night time
where awake is the mirror
and sleep is collected
like a bridal party
to the masses
am I the last to see
this is the dreamscape
this is the dreamscape
Tags: 2007, Arunachalla, consciousness, discovery, india, Mooji, truth
