The Mist

I’ve transitioned from conventionality;
by a form of energy, been kissed;
my very being; become new reality;
like the dew on the grass, or a mist.

I feel my reality keep shifting;
the face that you see; not me inside;
meanwhile, I find my thoughts lifting;
to higher consciousness; along for the ride.

I sense, within, my location is changing;
I’m now in a world without sight or sound;
my thoughts are in charge; rearranging;
and thought is where the Master is found.

We are all deceived by illusions;
we think its a material place;
but logic brings new conclusions;
that thought exists without space.

For what are dreams but reality;
created by our own mind;
to be totally erased in finality;
and by all peers, redefined.

Our thoughts live on forever;
none of them ever erased;
humanity bonded together;
permanently, by love, embraced.

Now aware of my energy being;
the physical no longer exists;
the body, I’m no longer seeing;
I’m consciousness; just like a mist.