on our best day

what we imagine as reality
on our best day
doesn’t touch
the edges of the in-field
our reality is an assemblage
of the points that sparkle
in the moment of attention
it’s obvious that
what’s obvious is obvious
but what’s not obvious is
the next dimension
until it is
until it is
 it whispers and
 disturbs your sleep
 echoes echoing in your dreams
see either
who you are is finding out who you are
or
it’s imitating
who you think you are
or who you think
you thought
someone told you
you should be
How does one make
ugly truth beautiful
by keeping true to one’s self
when
power truth and beauty
merge
in
love