led to the water

led to the water and fields of fruit and flower, the innocence of flesh and spirit emerge, delighted and surprised at the sweetness and simplicity of living. there is no emptiness or completion, there is only this time and space connecting and separating everything for our pleasure. to have the time to enjoy to savor and experience. what is life but that sudden confusion and joyous remembrance of being together always,returning from this vacation of existence to perpetual being, from experiencing every fragment and particle to being the universal oneness. where would the tide go without the ocean to hold its motion. what are we but that motion and the ocean one and the same and always together never one without the other. we are that pure nature and the unreasoning failure to know what we are. but knowing is less than being and we are all being eternally,experiencing that connection or lack of connection, being or just thinking. the universe is wondrous and elegant, complete and unexplainable, yet even as we wonder, it is less than the instant we become that totality and the unmanifested source beyond. we exist in the fragility of our egoic bubble, allowing a look through the mirror to the dream of awareness and existence, the fancy of the child to become something, to play and create, to dream as only children can, let free from any structure or control, free from knowing the reason or requirements, set loose upon the dreamstuff and wanderlust of life. what is the fear or the idea of dying, the end of the dream, return to the truth away from this freedom and bondage of living. we want more, we feel some lack to fill, to complete, but none exists, all is the illusion of our own dreaming. just as we know w are alive so we know we are dreaming each night we sleep, entering into the universal doorway from being to living, from oneness to dualistic awareness that we create without knowing yet are the masters of all existence,for what is less than living, to be separated and dreaming, to not be truth or oneness, to be transitory and fearful of everything. we are not alive as we are in the universal sense, but only as the components of our unconscious desires. these drive us back into the bodies over and over always swimming into the river to find the water, desperately heading upstream to spawn and survive, even as the ocean of being beckons sublime and unchanging. what compels the dreamer to continue, even as the story of the dream reveals itself to be a dream we dream we awaken into the living dream we all share and call this the ultimate existence, never dreaming the truth,which is the end of dreaming.