At the brink of reality

At the brink of reality
where boundaries are hazy
when boundaries become hazy
and images become hazy.
Images of lazy Sunday afternoons
spent doing nothing on university squares
with friends,
of friends
are brought to mind.

In dreams
In the reality of dreams
followed closely on
by dreams of reality,
that surprise,
may astound,
someone, not keenly having observed them in.
But to me they seem
to so naturally follow
from everything that happened,
from last evening,
after the realization of sunset
that occurred in a distant part of the world
I might not currently be in.
But that exists nonetheless.

That magical sunset that transpires
every evening at the Isla del Sol
That magical sunset that ought transpire
in every Isla del Soul
of us thanking everything beautiful
Why do we not?

But in the reflection of those memories
which bring to consciousness
that there is nothing
That there is nothing so as unbelievable
That all belief is there of all right now
as it has been ever,
if we think about it.

Simple!

All

somewhere far but not so
somewhere alone but not so

i gently place my head
in the wide lap of the mother
one of many possibly
but still one in being
still one in being mother
and listen
to the deep silence
which in it containes
the ebbs and floods of my heartbeat
of my heart beat

and penetrate the silence
that no one can
but not by being one
by being all
as i hum and call
resonating with the hum of all
resonating the hymn of all
i sound with all
resound with all
though none be around me
i am bound with all
somewhere far but not so
somewhere alone but not so
i am found with all