The Prism

If I am not here,
then I am dreaming.
Am I dreaming?
Time and time again,
I return to the same point:
Am I mirroring reality
or am I creating it?
The reflection point,
a cast off of all my dreaming,
time and time again.

Say stop! when you think it's enough.

But you won't, will you?
You keep probing,
you want more.
There must be deeper layers,
layers beneath layers
beneath layers.
And this is the reality:
Open your eyes to the prism.
Shine the light through yourself
and see all the pretty colors.
Time was,
I used to dream like that
and now I do again.
Time and time again.
''HELLO, SELF!''
We are here again.
The point of no return
has passed
and I am safely home.
What will I declare now?
THIS IS NOW,
THIS IS HERE.
THIS IS NOT THE DAY OF THE DREAMING,
THIS IS THE DAY OF THE BE-ING.

JAL, 6 - 4 - 03


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