dambala

Am I here, or basically there
An eye I see in the mirror of life
I watch as I travel the eye
On toward a new plane of existence
Where spirit is everything and physical is nothing
The leaves and grass grow white
While the snow fall green from above
Purple shades of vibrant colors
Create cobwebs of emense direction
And as I stand transfixed on the brink of despair
I now know, Life is dream and death the awakening
For who can disprove it... nimo