While I slept it was all over,
Everything. My eyes, squashed white,
Flowed off toward dawn.
There was a noise,
Which like all else, spread and disappeared:
There's nothing worth seeing, listening for.
When I woke up, everything seemed cut off.
I was a pipe, still smoking,
Which daylight would knock empty once again.
Shinkichi Takahashi the great 20th century Japanese poet has an interesting way of expressing what we all experience. He uses words and images that teeter on the border of the unreal and that's what makes his work so real. He crosses the line and draws another one, which is deeper and more pronounced and less rational, but very real. Each night I draw a line and leave one reality and visit others without a body. I create my own form and dabble in psychological time in a space filled with clusters of consciousness. I experience without beliefs and choose without judgment. Each night I become something more than a physical human; I become a smoking pipe filled with the tobacco of my own awareness and taste the essence of my own mind.
Dreaming is an amazing act of transformation where the complexities of being human are shaped into a blueprint of physical life in order to expand one aspect of my multi-dimensional existence. The word sleep poorly describes the transformation from human to spirit. Sleep denotes a tranquil state where I energize my self in order to function physically, which is just one aspect of what I create as I leave my body consciousness. Dreams are a mixture of remnants of body consciousness experiences, which act out in other realities and I get a glimpse of that action. I dream for a short period as I return from my diverse realities, where I feel the energy of the consciousness that is responsible for the acts that keep me in a physical state. Physical memories are stored in body consciousness; the simultaneous action of dreams are never stored; they are always in motion expanding within to reveal other clusters of awareness that create vitality and life force. Mental enzymes build physical matter from the vital energy of consciousness, which describes me in the state known as sleeping.
When I wake up everything seems to be cut off; my focus is back in one reality where I can rationalize my existence in the form of dualistic separation. Unnecessary separation creates more awareness as the mental enzymes reveal other forms of matter which were actually created while I was sleeping. When daylight comes I am empty once again, but I am filled with thoughts for a linear day, which create the beliefs that generate the awareness I need to keep the action of my consciousness in a continual stream of vitality which I call physical life. I do it to sleep again and find the light that knocks me empty with the force of nothing.