slaves to consciousness

slaves to consciousness, that which we worship is our own master and director of all our successes and failures. to be is to want to be to want to be something and how can you be something if you truly are nothing. the self is the conglomeration, the velcroing of stuff onto the supremely Teflon coated awareness, but not like you think. what is being imposed is desire, the dream of the senses, the view in the mirror, to see yourself, if only for a brief moment, then what must be created to permit even that, in your dream everything shifts into agreement and time and space converge to allow a point to view from. and there the dream-gasm flows, for what do you see in yourself, if you are the infinite awareness without form or content? what do you imagine would become that? for then form would be necessary and then light to reflect and for the light to be seen there must be a background of dark. and so all duality is created, and your existence is assured but not the dreams, not the fragments of objectified consciousness that chases the tail of its own desires and in catching it offends itself and suffers even as the twitching catapults it into another frenzy of need. who exists and where is here and when is now. a lot of questions for a dreamer to worry about when there is so much dream stuff to be had and to want more of. I feel love and want another so more is made to satisfy that, and others are not the same as one so the energy shifts and changes and the dream becomes billions of dreams in a dream and down the rabbity holes we go each chasing the other. so where are we and why? its not possible from down here to see and theres no blue or red pill to choose for both take you further down not out. from here its a house of mirrors in a world of mirrors in a galaxy of mirrors and through the microscope more mirrors reflect an infinity of possibilities that you can see but cannot touch. this is the universe, imagined endlessness and diversities that all peel from the same onion. you are the eternity of change and compulsion that wants more change and compulsion and cannot see the source of your need, but just reacts as though you win or lose each round with yourself and suffer both as though the flesh itself was not just dream flesh and the air not just the smoke of the poppies and the den of the dreamer. only when you wake does the dream disappear and before that can happen, you take another breath as though your life depended on it. alight upon the spinning pearl of being the consciousness sees a universe turning and reaches out for more.