Life Is But A Dream

What do I do when I can't help seeing everything as simply this:⁣

An illusion?⁣

When I sit here with my gaze that pierces through the veil⁣

I can't help seeing how everything can crumble⁣

And a mighty hand can sweep it all away⁣

Dust in the wind.⁣

Words cannot help me put it into context ⁣

Sitting across faces ⁣

Sitting with trees and the soil ⁣

I can't help but feel like I am losing the thread here.⁣

What do I do when I disperse into light?⁣

All I know of life is how tired we all humans are when we are striving and strifing and cutting ourselves down and shrinking in fear.⁣

I see you fighting to be free of the demons that shake you to the core every single day.⁣

I see you exhausted by the mental grip you try to place upon your own mind. ⁣

I close my eyes⁣

Bring all the splintered light back into the core of my being.⁣

This is how I return from the lost stories of hopelessness the mind tends to spin when we let it spool away.⁣

I can see embers of the sacred little nothings that glow with potentiality between us. ⁣

I can see my mind quieting down in service of my body.⁣

I can see my spirit crystallised in every breath I draw and put out into the world.⁣

My only vow is⁣

When I pour Tea I pour my heart into each bowl and serve it to you.⁣

Tea is about the sacred little nothings in between⁣

It is steeped in Dao ⁣

This body, ⁣

Your body is steeped in Dao. ⁣

Like stars winking at each other⁣

We find our passage home⁣

If my body could give you all that I could to show you what you really need is simply to give yourself utmost permission to be yourself⁣

My body would.⁣