Between the Infinite Walls
of
Past and Future
we only blink in the moment of nowness.

Trapped between the Veils of our Dream
we endure our tragic Existence.

And although...
Life is Beautiful because it is so Sad
it is not nearly enough.

Where is the Sphere of Lightness
and
Where is the Beauty of Timelessness?

?  Where is the God we always were  ?

Why do we travel on foot
in Landscapes we created by Mind?

Where is our Almighty Sense of Greatness
and where is the Infinite Power
we lost in our Dream?

~ The Dream we call Creation ~

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