When was the last time you felt awe?
When was the last time you felt the power of your illusions washing over you?
Had you noticed the splendor of the snow on the elm boughs this afternoon?
The gleam of the steeple as the sun kisses the last of its rays upon the decade?
Awe is all around us, all the time, everywhere:
it is only our inability to let it in that causes such confusion,
pain, emptiness, and even assurances that our consciousness
is the true path,
whereas the true path exists somewhere between
awake and dreaming:
or dreaming while awake
or being awake while dreaming,
Is it really there?
Or have I tricked myself into believing my own illusion?
All we have are our illusions--
any attempts to demonize
or moralize
or realize our way out of them
is just another illusion.
We live in a stately-pleasure dome
amidst our own illusions
We cannot leave the dome
Outside?
Can we express the meaninglessness of a vacuum with our limited rationalization?
The tree boughs wind their ways through my world
and into my soul:
I am the trees,
and my soul, the last sun rays
Why are we damned to think otherwise?
