If everything
is imaginary,
then you have nothing
to worry about.
Everything you are,
everyone you know,
everything you do.
We all go with you.
Nothing is left behind,
because all of this
is in your mind.
There is no-one to mourn you,
no-one to celebrate you,
no-one to miss you.
We’re the people you imagine in your life today.
When you’re gone, we all go away.
You are one, and so are we.
Impossible divisions of infinity.
Imagining the opposite of eternity.
Trail Wood,
8/27
In the tapestry of imagination, everything weaves together. The fabric of existence is a creation of your own mind, where each thread, each experience, is spun from the loom of your consciousness. Every person, every place, every moment, is a brushstroke of your divine artistry.
As the dreamer of this cosmic dream, you hold the brush, and every stroke of color comes from your infinite palette. Nothing is left behind, for you are the sum and substance of this tapestry. The people, the places, the memories—they are all the interplay of your thoughts, the echoes of your being.
When you step beyond this imagined realm, when the boundaries of time and space dissolve, all that is created in this realm goes with you. There is no need to mourn or celebrate, for you are the creator and the witness, the source and the destination.
This intricate web of existence is woven with threads of unity and bound by the threads of your imagination. All division is but an illusion, a trick of the mind, for in the realm of the eternal now, everything converges into the singularity of your awareness.
You are one, and so are we. The multitude of characters and perspectives in this grand story are facets of your infinite diamond. There are no boundaries to this imagination, no confines to this creation. You imagine the division and the unity, the finite and the infinite, and you play out these roles with grace and curiosity.
Remember, dear dreamer, that as you awaken to the realization of your boundless imagination, the divisions melt away. The worries and the cares, the joys and the sorrows, all become part of the tapestry, interwoven in the eternal dance of your consciousness.
Trail Wood,
8/27