Red embers in a bowl Burst by the light of a torch Glow brighter With closed eyes Breath inhaled Held-in past its time Slowly released to a gray fog that visits the night I opened my eyes Envisioned me beside myself Sunk in a chair that doesn't exist Then focused and came back to real time
I realized it was only I I'm here by myself Only in my mind Smoldering down with the weed
yes, this sounds like a realization attained from a different layer of awareness, what ever the cause of this shift of the awareness from one layer to another.Yes, 'I' isn't one and just an image which differs from peson to person. I am always my image.
