And when I woke that morning, it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. The best word to describe it was levity.

The sun shone in, just like every other sunny morning, but there was no cloud of doubt, or illusion, or deceit – it was simply sun.

I stretched my sleepy bones and the electricity shot throughout my body, screaming, ‘I am alive’, with a smile.

Easily I rose from the bed. There was no more wanting, no more, no less. It just was.

A skip to the bathroom like walking on the moon. Floating. This must be cloud nine.

In the mirror I see this gaze of gentle grace. Soft eyes. Curled lips. Happiness that I’d never known.

Outside was a perfect breeze. It was quiet, but the birds chirped as they always do. But as their sounds reached my ears I understood their speech as glee and songs of joy.

Inside, there was no need to be anywhere but here. Perfectly at ease.

A neighbor opens their door and breathes deeply. We lock eyes and smile. Enough said.

Inside the counter has few fruits sitting on it. An orange. Simply orange. I peel. The mist sprays into the air. It is sweet.

No thoughts enter my head about the day to come, or the one that has passed. I am absorbed in the moment. It is presence that longs for nothing other than what is.

There is no worry, no fear, not even love. Nothing other than what is. And that simplicity is a bliss that defies explanation.

The sense of other is diminished. There is continuity amongst all things.

I sit down into my chair. It is plush. It is softer than I’d ever realized. I feel the fabric on my forearms. Has someone slipped psychedelic stimulants into my tea? The chair is rough, but soft, and exactly what it needs to be.

There is an understanding that all things are as they are, stemming from eternity, a cycle and sequence emerging from the division of the unity.

This must be peace.

There is no thought of before or after, but the all is encompassed in the now.

My breath has slowed down. It might appear as if I’ve ceased to breathe. You might wonder if I’m ‘okay’? And whether you’d believe me or not, is not of my concern.

There is no need to convince the other of anything. Everything is now. Everything is here. Everything is as it’s meant to be.

What needs to be done when there is nothing that needs to be?

This must be what is called a perfect moment. The omniscience of the gods. Does this last forever? Not a concern of the moment. Forever existing within. Not as a concept, but as the perceived reality.

I see the world, that is all the people of the world, operating in this sense. There is no trauma. There is understanding. Complete and utter understanding. There is no other, only unity.

But still we operate with seeming individuality. All the while knowing, that the truth is one.

My eyes open, and the sun pours in. The levity lifts me above my body, looking down I see me, lying, stretching, releasing the sleep and the dream. I see myself get up and hop with grace towards a mirror which delicately displays the delight that fills my face.

I see myself, what I thought was myself, from an outside eye.

Again I wake. But now I see inside my dream. I see the fabric of a reality which is born purely within my mind. I understand how a thought manifests the new reality.

With perfect congruity I feel the response of the dream and the real.

It is harder to separate the dream from the waking state.

No longer sure what is real I sink deeper into that soft, rough chair, imagining a world that dwells in peace. Understanding how I feel, amidst a world that feels less real.

I am beginning to understand what has been revealed. Not a denial, but the will to make real. To understand the complex alongside simplicity.

I no longer believe. Belief is archaic. All that is now is the real. Determined by the dream frequency.

Seeing the world unfolding around me as a series comic tragedies. But always the perceived reality.

I see now the appeal of the way of non-doing.

I sit in this chair. And I feel. I am not concerned about the world. I take a step back from myself and drift a little further away.

I’m not quite sure what it is that even calls me, ‘me’. And that does not worry ‘me’. There is a levity.