The fountain of dreams

There is a secret lightning that hides within the world.

It is the fountain dreams.

It twists and turns upon itself, undulating without end.

It writhes and shimmers in a dance of mysterious design.

It ripples through the great mass of life like the flickering of a school of fish dashing in the sea.

There is a global pattern so huge it cannot be seen or known in full.

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We are the faces of it's children playing. We stumble about the abyss oblivious to the edge, innocent of the true state of things.

And who can blame us.

The truth is more bizarre then any would accept.

It is too simple to miss unless we pretend not to see it.

And pretend we do, with a mad intensity.

We are busy playing games of infinite variety.

Deep down we have always known the truth but we are too involved to just be still and look.

How can you not know who you are? Does a fish doubt his own gills?

What if our dreams should turn on us and bite their master.

What is we weave a fantasy that gets out of hand.

The sorcerers apprentice knew what trouble could be found by opening the root of power.

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Is life a fantasy gone wrong?

Are we our own undoing?

Must all our scheming end with bitterness and death?

Who is to blame if there is no one truly here?

What if we are empty puppets dancing to the masters hand.

If a dove alights upon a branch and the whole tree falls must we believe our eyes?

Must we see an endless chain of dominoes that roam the world falling without end?

Why not a spray of galaxies each complete unto itself. Each a mirror of the rest.

The smallest piece contains the whole.

It is the mind pulls it all together, seeing a face in a passing cloud.

It smooths the pattern and believes, even when cracks are lurking in the corners.

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Don't despair.

There is nothing to fear.

Life is a fantasy gone right.

The offering of life to itself.

The sacrifice of love.

We can be awake and dreaming.

Look deep into the world. Is that not your face everywhere smiling back?

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Everyone you meet is like a genie waiting to be charmed.

The secret is to ask for more wishes.

The magic is real. The stars won't fall just because you close your eyes.

You ride a serpent of flame that knows the way.

Don't be anxious. You cannot fall.

You will pass through all the gates of the world with ease and find your way to the true home.

On your way you will play every heroes role and every rogue as well.

You will stoop to catch the beggars crust and drink deep from the glory of the sun.

It is all a masquerade.

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There is no life or death, only a magic fire that twists and turns upon itself.

It reaches out unseen tendrils deep into our flesh.

It is a secret lightning that hides within the world.

It is the fountain of dreams.