The glaring screaming unreal.
I see a shining, piercing light, Screaming into my eyes, The diversity of things, Loudly announcing its existence. Telling me that what I see is fundamental, There is nothing beyond, I believed it all this time, Until I didn’t. Just how can it be that what seems real to the eyes is actually unreal? I used a microscope, And found an internal cosmos, All within. And instead saw what I had never seen, With eyes closed. How could it be?! Empty vessels make the most noise, I now understand, The light that is screaming, Is empty, And the light that is subtle, Hidden and typically out of focus, Is brimming with bliss, One reality illumining everything, I find an internal cosmos, With the power of silence and focus I find it, The all illumining, With no beginning and no end, Alive and conscious, Brimming with pure love, I swim in it, And find bliss in just being the light, Bliss in just being.