In this life i dream that i am awake.
No solitary image,
but a scope of time and space.
Limited only by its transmutations,
and made infinite
because of them.
Nothing eternal lives forever...
in one form.
All life is made possible by death.
In this dying i dreamed that i had lived.
A multitude of incarnations
enfolding into one,
A chrysalis to the whims of thought
and the winds of change.
In this dream, within a dream,
all worlds collapse into a pinpoint
with multitude facets.
Each overlaps and mirrors the other,
creating the whole.
And it is here i am imprisoned in a diamond
where all of the mirrors are liquid.
Each time a choice is made,
we dive into reflections.
touches and disturbs each image.
creates a new facet.
becomes a doorway
that we can pass through
unbeknownst to ourselves.
And each doorway
represents the progression of our path
and of our purpose.
Each, a world unto its own,
both created and destroyed
when the dreamer wakes.