thank goodness it was all a dream

The dreamers are all waking up

and throwing down their nightclothes

in ecstasy.

It was a beautiful dream,

and then a beautiful world

to wake up to.



I wish the thousand eyes

that stare in horror at our laughter

would open

so we could kiss away the sleepdust

and relieve the nightmare

of its confused burdens





phyllotaxis





"God also likes to play hide-and-seek, but because there is nothing outside God, he has no one but himself to play with. But he gets over this difficulty by pretending that he is not himself. That is his way of hiding from himself. He pretends that he is you and I and all the people in the world, all the animals, all the plants, all the rocks, and all the stars. In this way he has strange andd wonderful adventures, some of which are terrible and frightening. But these are just like bad dreams, for when he wakes up they will disappear.



"Now when God plays hide and pretends that he is you and I, he does it so well that it takes him a long time to remember where and how he hid himself. But that's the whole fun of it - just what he wanted to do. He doesn't want to find himself too quickly, for that would spoil the game. That is why it is difficult for you and me to find out that we are God in disguise, pretending not to be himself. But when the game has gone on long enough, all of us will wake up, stop pretending, and remember that we are all one single Self."



-Alan Watts, from "The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are"





ain





Sometimes I forget completely

what companionship is.

Unconscious and insane, I spill sad

energy everywhere. My story

gets told in various ways: a romance,

a dirty joke, a war, a vacancy.



Divide up my forgetfulness to any number,

it will go around.

These dark suggestions that I follow,

are they part of some plan?

Friends be careful. Don't come near me

out of curiosity, or sympathy.



-Rumi





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