Tell me what to remember, I implore myself. Take me beyond my senses to what of me is true.
I sit in a chair that contains my presence in a room that keeps itself in Space and Time, just for me. My inner world remains harmonious even amidst the discord invented by delusion. My inner world is real.
What can I do for you, asks the pillow I rest my head upon—its soft presence is so peaceful. All the objects of my world have assembled to bless my time on Earth. Each came to bring me the gift of itself for my fulfillment. To know that this is the true reality, brings me joy in a world that does not know wondrous magic.
Yes, to know aliveness, is my primary happiness. From it opens all the rest of my life like a paper flower in a bowl of water. I am meant to glide softly in the Infinite Sea of Life that contains my life and let it create my most unique world from my dreams. I am breathed. I am thought. I take pleasure in this breath I am. I take pleasure in this thinker I am. I am a knower, a believer, one reliant on a safe Universe, where my entire being is cherished, guided, loved, upheld, and provided for.
It gives me joy to know the poetry of life, and to sense the deeper reality of the trees, the creatures of the Earth, and the imaginary world of “inanimate material things.” It makes me happy to be on Earth and remember where I come from and what I can hope for. I am alive in my mind and unbound by linear time. I am a Spiritual Being. And I know it.