and inwardly connecting to the being. placing the wheel of manifestation in both universes, the water of creation churning the massive spokes. here the world is divinely alive and there the unending awareness connects only to the divine. i am that rider of the wheel, the karma machine the manifesting machine. one foot alive and one beyond living. there is no reason to be but it is so, the divine purpose exists and so do we.where there is no purpose, the spirit is trapped and unconscious, where there is desire the spirit knows it is trapped and suffers, where there is aspiration the spirit sees the end of bondage and becomes complacent. all are cages of the being, all work to hold back the truth of freedom and end of delusion. where does the truth go, where are the doorways to the being, the pathways to nirvana? is everything a dream or am i just dreaming its so. and when i awaken am i also finally enlightened. my pillow talks to me and whispers the lies i need to hear. all the worlds corporations and all the worlds money and all the things it can buy and power it can wield, dont touch the dreamer, cant wake him or shake him. he is free from taint of that sin, the plague of that virus. the world has 10 billion dreams a day and that many again at night, and none of them any more real than the place they are laying their heads. the waker is dreaming his thoughts and feelings and sensations just as he does asleep, but now he calls it home. i became homeless and found my dream down the path of love, wide awake and dreaming.
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