In our lives, we know only our tiny piece of the puzzle
If we really pay attention
- really work at living consciously and being aware -
we may begin to see other tiny pieces of life that exist nearby
And maybe we will become aware of the layers
- the pieces that exist in a pattern of life beyond the dimension we see and hear and feel -
But even if we could see it all
We would get lost in the intricacy of the infinite possibilities
There are things we can try to imagine
and
Things we can't possibly know
And he colors of the infinite universe are made up of both
Night and Day
Black and White
Good and Evil
Me and Not Me
Me and Not Me
All of that duality is part of the illusion
An illusion woven into a pattern of infinite immensity
Perfectly balanced
Unbearably wonderful
With layers made of every shade
Of every color
Layers so densely packed they fill every speck in the universe
but if you could pull the layers apart
And if you looked very carefully
You might find a tiny shape
Which seems familiar
You are there
Inside that pattern of perfection.
Inside that pattern of perfection.
You are part of it
And it can't exist without you