In the beginning there was only the ghost.
From the ghost came the first idea.
That idea was of a body for the ghost to live in.
The idea created space and time to anchor itself inside the body,
without which it would explode back out into the ether
The ghost walked the earth it had created for so long it forgot it was a ghost.
It’s children warred among themselves not knowing that they were brother and sister.
They built monuments to honor their illusions
and make them more convincing.
Yet the ghost speaks to itself in a language separate from the body
and the ghost reveals itself shining through the holes in what is, and when.
In sleep the body gives its ghost back to the universe where it dances and revels
in the beautiful embrace that we know as death.
But the children are plagued with shadows of truth which not understanding, they fear,
and replace with confusion to hide their brilliance.
In the confusion we dance with love and death and work in the troubles of our nature and breadth.
In ourselves we excavate massive trenches through which our karma flows into futility
and when the light dies we lie fearful until morning where the brilliance of the sun warms the ghost
and it continues on its way.
We see through each other’s skin, and embrace, and know we are light.
If you listen closely you will hear the true commandments of the guides which tell us
to love our life on this earth and see eternity in our physicality.
and they tell us:
Breathing is the only most important thing.
God is to see death in all places.
Being totally honest is being totally psychic.
And with the light rise we are rejoined to what is and when, and we pass through it
like mimes who have forgotten that the show has ended.