the words hid inside her head..
because she couldn't speak them..
shit she couldn't even look at them.
tucked them safe away in the tattered red velvet box
with just a slot in the top..
anything that goes in..never comes out..
peeling away layers
The ego
the mask
masks covering masks
so many..
all part of the same...
each a lesson..
a step in evolution
baby steps..then 3 steps back..
the ego..is the Brat..
Broken chard's of the divine mirror
reflections of truth in all its many forms
mosaic mirrored eyes..
reflecting
the full spectrum of emotions
and perceptions back at one another..
forgetting we are all pieces of the same shattered mirror..
more layers..
stories that we tell ourselves
stories that we tell one another
weaving together...
so that EYE might understand itself
the journey is the sought after Jewel and the grail
the journey is the finite point..
spirally out of and into and infinite sea of possibilities
flowing out of and into and infinite dreamer and seeker
knowing this brings calmness..in otherwise stormy waters
are we not all dreamers and seekers?
are we not all tiny parts of the same Fractal
each tiny part reflecting and connecting the Whole..
its all the same dam thing
cosmic soup made up of dust and light ..
energy
frequency's
Nothingness and everything...
the void...so quiet..and dark..
warm blanket...
covering this cosmic dreamer...
when she wakes up..will it all disappear ...
a forgotten glimpse in her mind....
or is it Information...that continues ...?
down her rabbit hole eyes...
and out again...