surrounding me, i feel the breath of my soul still breathing my dream, the unreality i am in and washing away the last vestiges of what has been my reality all night. before i awake completely it still asks me not to go, to stay longer. i whisk it away like cobwebs and let this life in, the place and sense of self thats so expanded so untied to what bed i am in or name i carry this time. its too much to remember sometimes but i do it by long and constant practice. i want only to be that which has no place or time or name but exists independent of all my realities, the darkness of meditation, the last frame of reference swings and drops like a brick into the nothingness. what is this blackness that like a thundering river carries all away. i come to this world seeking freedom, at first for some personal belief, then from the beliefs. then its not even freedom but accordance and alignment. all freedom has its necessary vices, the requirements of love and life become too great to bear without the freedom to act in accordance with every truth and principle the spiritual being entails. to act without thought or to demonstrate the human impulses becomes too painful for the heart to bear. the passage into awareness carries a price, the truth of principle and love. wherever this is not the spirit recedes and withers.you lose the ability to act out of accordance, the light must always be on always shining on every thought deed or plan, all is the work of divine or it doesnt work and becomes the very pain of life and not loves reward.
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