In The Lost and Found

And, with experience both positive and true, we all see beauty and mind fade, yet time remain. Can't you see the beauty in my mind? Is time too much with you? Can we proceed in a life where the question of time too can fade? Here is my wish.

This moon, these children of the sun, this current phase. This empty space. Is it not all in a constant state of flux? Is it not all a path that will one day lead to a realization of oneness? This place waits to comfort me. Keeping me waiting. Do you know the whole story? I'm high on poppies and HOPE.

Clearly the past is behind you. Yet we wander through the ether and awake as space sees its way fit. Not always clear. Not always seamless. Yet we carry on in a world that lies, in more ways than one, to gain an understanding of the plane on which we stand. I'm further away than before.

There's nothing here. Look to the sky. Dress like the sky. Skyclad in my nothingness. Abandon hope?

Not one of us can say we have an answer. And not one of us can say, stay and perhaps we can in time devise a plan. We are all beings with dreams that hold a possible truth, that can only work if we free our minds of time, if only for that moment, in order to deliver a synesthetic proof.

As each new dawn fades, I reach for a goal that I have yet to define. I reach for a mind I have to refine. I scarcely find my mind merge with others. They seem so discouraged. Yet, I feel it shall happen as it should. Whatever that should, could be. It is, as we know only a matter of time.

"Life is just a dream", so they say. Now, tell me...which one of us is dreaming?