This morning, before the ‘eyes-open’ version of Life’s dream kicked in, there was an ‘eyes-closed’ version. It was immediately prior to awakening, and very accessible to re-collection. The contents of the dream were a kaleidoscope of fragments of a host of other dreams re-assembled and re-mixed in fascinating interplay.
What is interesting is the way that the body-brain – within the eyes-closed dream – appears to perform and experience the same functions and emotional responses (and does it ever feel real!) as in the eyes-open dream – and all without leaving one’s cozy bed.
So when the sages assure us
(and urge us to find out for ourselves)
that the eyes-open day-time experience
is similarly a magical mind-event
why do we find it such tough tucker to swallow?
Why do we choke on the very freedom we hunger for?
Finding out for oneself
that one’s apparently real daytime dramas
are of exactly the same order
as the night time variety
snaps the straining flywheel
flips the brain
into an uncharted galaxy