we are all alice

this world is wonderland 

take it all in

the sights, the sounds

who of us can say

we’ve got it figured out?

down the rabbit hole

here we are, incarnate 

all of these distractions

to waste an eternity

remember the main mission

why we are here:

to love

…

…

…

nothing makes sense:

i dream while awake.

at long last, i understand:

i dream while awake.

inner vision more vivid

i dream while awake

than the world around me

why does what’s inside

feel more real

than the world around me?

i remember that adage:

form is emptiness and emptiness is form.

i looked in and found the water that fills the pitcher.

i touch the water with my fingers

its ripples form into visions. 

i went scrying in the waters of my unconscious.

how can i call it divination?

i had no say in the matter.

OH, there’s that old feeling again:

homesickness.

alien to this world.

i looked in my heart: there was home.

those suicidal Pisceans are those who can’t deny the call for home any longer.

i think i can make this place home while i am here.

i think.