Lose or Win

Yes. Dreamstuff lends

us a cloud to feel safe in,

even if it plays the game

of threatening us: feeling 'safe',

that is, to the degree the cloud

can allow us to fall for the ruse

that we 'know' what's going on

or what anything is. The game

is very tight: who can argue that

down is not down or up is not up?

But neither up nor down is anything

but an illusory synaptic current

(thought) which gives logical sense

(whatever seems inarguably

to link cause to effect) to sensation.

What's really fun is when we finally

deeply clue into our creations

of certainty and see them

for the ephemera they are

so that we can begin to use them

no holds barred in creations

of our own: art, conversation, sex,

omelets, photographs, life and death.

Then we get a taste of what

'God' means: unbounded creation.

Then we realize we are this godstuff

ourselves. Mortal flesh - our

illusory packaging, so tender

and beautiful and thrilling in its games

of pleasure and pain – reveals itself

as godstuff too – and prospects

of the possible become infinite.

Lose or win,

you win it.

Out or in,

you’re in it.

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