The Illusion of Feeling Real

Hello,
Do you know what you want to see?

I do,
It is in the bright sky,
But it isn’t always clear!
I’ve been up for eons,
Up inside my own mind,
The mind of thought
The mind of matter.

But one query remains.

Can mind not matter
and matter not mind?
And be fully exposed lest I go blind?
Where all creation rests before coming up for breath,
Until Continuing on its journey
within the sea of pseudo death?

An ocean of it’s personal composition.
One eternal,
never ceasing.
Never quieting, but yet remains silent.
Appears peaceful, but yet remains violent.
So diverse,
And so dynamic.
Yet still a whole.
A panoramic.
Appears out of reach,
But only when out of touch
With continuously changing hands .
For me it is hard to comprehend
But will recall this over time.

“That all that is and ever was
Resides within the mind .  .”

This is your mind

And then it was there…