Dreams of Level 7

by Nick Andrea

Gah!
Pieces of a life,
disjointed,

When did one forget
it’s one big caterpillar,
it’s sections connected by a single
thread
of life?

The small mind forgets:
that it’s always been the whole, damn thing,
and dissects that caterpillar into pieces,
protesting, “Yes, but….Yes but….”

‘But’ is a word I’d like to
forget,
a word that divides a life. Raging

out of control,
intellect is so often a
fire
burning up the forest of my soul,
the charnal grounds of which even my body doth show;

this illness,
deep, deep in the bowels
cannot easily pass what’s toxic,
for there is not enough rest,
not enough rest to
sense the cosmic. Never

divided a soul
went to sleep and dreamt of needing something.

Not good. Not bad. AND

What is this,
what is the wholeness of this moment,
the wholeness that already is,
has always been,
will always be? Who

is the “I” that thinks, “I need?” and
what’s
behind
that?

Intuition

takes no prisoners,
for
where it comes from
there are none to take,
there is no dissecting of that
caterpillar of life;
connected by a single,
indestructible
string;

In that Heaven the
activities of life –
walking,
stretching,
showering, singing, eating, sitting, playing;

even shitting;

are conduits for a
peace
that comes
like a songbird’s tune
on the wind,
any
time,
this
time;

Not a future thing –
Can you hear it in the sound, now;
can you see it in this word you are no reading, now;
can you feel it in the breath coming through your nostrils, now?

HOOYAH!

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About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
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