Friends of Consciousness
Dance Of The Dream
Gabriella Tal – writer/musician/lover of God-- http://gabriellatal.com/writing.htm
Who I am changes across the mysterious track of time.
When I check, my molecules are not the same molecules,
My cells are not the same cells.
I am decomposed and recomposed in energy, thought and light.
I come completely apart each night and slowly return to “myself” each morning.
There is no self; there is consciousness only,
which watches the dance of dissolving and reassembling
each day, each week, each month, each year.
I am only the dance, there is no dancer.
There is space between the impressions, memories, and emotions
that appear as real within my heart and mind.
The space is stupefying, a World in a world—
Inconsequential, Thunderous, and Silent.
The heart and mind it contains too disappear into mist across time,
showing no tendril of reality.
This appearance of reality
traps a set of beliefs that I am me—
a unique and separate soul
making a journey
in which who I began as
will not be who I end up to be—