in dream of love now comes in clear though the darkness, of the still night where it now awakens from a long sleep, as time now leads me on to a new realm of existence, found as the portal way back home that I now travel on, that forever has been locked away in a world of fantasy, now seen finally coming into focus as the watery glaze, of illusion now seen from a different view of awareness, to be a true mold that appears in shape to be a form, of real substance that now holds no objective thought, away in the glue now wholly spread over into reality, that locks in my mind a connection of endless threads, that form a pattern of mazes seen in true perspective, to be the secret of logical reasoning that holds reality, away from the plane now seen in the moment becoming, the universal lens for the whole forming in thought, that is the nature behind the essence of true creative, potential that is endlessly drawn from the boundless, well of nothing seen though the source that my soul, may now piece together the parts missing to integrate, the state of the whole with outer reality un manifesting, the ego state is now reduced to single point of nothing as total elimination though separation is now forming, true unity of god as now the real source of existence, is emitted from the soul in this realm of the holy one