Self as consciousness
is an inner dimensional state
as much as space-time
is the forth dimension.
Self-consciousness is like
a cotton candy machine
in which we spin ourselves
by the ingredients
of time and space
into substances of presence.
We are subsequently not aware
of this as means
but are simultaneously those means.
We have mindfulness
as a tagalong
but insularly attending.
We live genius brain lives
yet undisclosed
because of the reprimand
of language and sanity
and mentality as custom.
We have featured retentive mind
as a combo doorman/body guard,
an entourage of attention
as primary distraction yet audience.
Inner dialogue
that hardly reaches pronouncement
is rich and abundant with activity.
Dreams are a quality
of deeper honesty
at another
energetic dimensional level.
But the code and the load
of symbology
distort the remembrance
and falsely mask the translation
as we are all very psychically alive
but really poured into representation
as we embrace
the reduction/projection
into our world of false entitlement.
Hence the wizardry of oz-iness . . .
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