To dream. The mind free from conventional realities roaming amidst it’s own fabrications. To stop and smell the roses is all well and fine; but, to sit back, close the eyes, relax and imagine…..
What if…all that I see before me….is me; my sensations, my brain, my consciousness. It’s all happening inside, not outside.
What if…I am the air, the water, the soil, the light.
What if I sit upon the crescent moon, or recline within a cloud, drink a rainbow colored mist or sip upon a waterfall.
What if…..I am.