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.