See things
with less distortion
without this living
in confection
caterwauling
carrying its own tombstone
in outsourced reality
rather than truth
itself
missing the point
of life as
luminous
hopeful
joyous
blissful
our true nature
non-local presence
eternal
inner being
Recognize we are
but buckets of moonlight,
reflection of the rising sun
salubrious sensation
shining without obscuration
through pure pellucid air
power
of the universal self
breaks through
dense damp gross vibration
glitches in our glitter
all that is not gold
gloats over a gazillion
in the green
gains
Let go
these delusions
all of it
perceptions, facades, belief systems,
pseudo expectations
more of the same
that keeps us in
proper place
perfect pitch—not
so, become
awake in deep sleep
drop into complexity & indeterminacy
moving landscape
morph instantaneously
transformation
is goodness, gratitude, grace
as such
is Love