Perception Must Be a Hall of Mirrors...
09/24/2007 12:00 a.m.
August 26, 2006

As I was washing my hands in the kitchen sink, I noticed my cactus plant up on the sill and thought, What happened? You were so bright, so alive, a tiny field flowering crimson atop your rugged head. Your only companion, a glistening stalk of crisp clean green shadowing waves of soft mauve like vines dressing him up for the skys deep gaze.

It was at the moment the scene was most clear to me that I recalled the real cactus. It was only in my dreams that she was LIVING

The dream is a projection of the reality, and the reality a projection of the dream. It was in the moment of the dreams clarity that the dream was shattered, becoming a new realityI wonder, will clarity of the new reality make it shatter to a dream, transporting me once again into a new realityand so on?

Perception must be a hall of mirrors