Connecting us all like a neon beam,
straight through the seams of consciousness,
the infinite mandala of mirrors, masks, reflection
and deflection of perception, time and the self
Can you see, dear one, that tricks are for cosmic giggles?
A Dream within a Dream is what it all seems to be
My whole life can be dissolved down to a single grain of sand
On the shores of perception, At the sea of possibilities
crashes and collapse into reality
Steepshot