I’m on a majic carpet ride;
floating on a blanket of air;
taking me where thoughts decide;
my mind is taking me there.
My body is not really moving;
my mind is devoid of where;
reality, is not disapproving;
not even seeming to care.
I entered a realm; solely thought;
others around me, not there;
all there; was what I brought;
and others seemed not to care.
How can this all be reality;
it seems like another domain;
and how can, both realms agree;
can both together, remain?
Two realities, overlapped together;
sharing precisely the same location;
one, material; the other; a feather;
physicality; and thought’s foundation.
One, where transported in dreams;
a place where it is, as it ought;
the other is real, or so it seems;
illusions projected by thought.
Thought is the Creator above;
who said, “Let there be Light;
releasing His energies of Love;
and physicality came into sight.