Anonymous Recall
Nocturnal soulstice
Drown me slowly in
Fields of fractal curiousities,
Adrift in non reality caves
littered with magic pearl wisdoms
with envelop stars. Pulsar opals
lit by flame, hugging in square
circles 'round blue charged
cozy monastery marinas.
Ascetics assuming lotus blossom bliss
Incarnates huddled in full measure light,
gently colliding space in time.
Would you believe that which I believe?
Will I become who I believe?
Can I believe that which I believe?
If no reality, no belief.
If no belief, nothing is real.
If nothing is real, nothing exists.
If nothing exists, we are emptiness.
If we are empty, what are we?
Incorporeal representations of the classic tenent--
To be or not to be.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2022
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