Suspended in My Reality


I hang suspended
within my reality,
observing the world
created by mirrors.
I exist only as a
thought of the Creator, who
observes His own fantasies.

There is none else besides
Him — not even me. I am a
character in a story…sometimes
the villain, sometimes the hero.
Beyond the beyond is the
serenity of the Creator.

Like a day dream, we exist
in the incredible mind of the
Creator who explores all
possibilities in His dream;
the pieces of the puzzle fit
together revealing a picture
of multiple illusions; an Escher
of life. I am but one piece of the
picture but needed for the
completion of the dream.

Once I grasp the idea of the
illusion, my task continues
until all others come to under-
stand the reality of God.

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