imagination often kicks me in the knee:
why only discuss what we can see?
why awaken from a gorgeous dream?
when happiness and sadness have passed into calm, I am reminded that reality is relational:
it never asks to be figured out, so why are we? why do we have to be either/or, why the complexity of identity has to be identified, pinned down, wrong or right, binary?
(the illusion of) reality invites us in meaningful relationships where the experience between unity and separation keeps us on our feet: everything is a possibility.