No Ends No Beginnings

Our form, The way things appear, some appearances And it's almost like just watching a movie with Another, with a character that isn't me. It's a version of me. And maybe I'm the kind of inventor of it. My spirit, My mother's spirit, my daughter's spirit. Because everything's on a scale within us, isn't it? And in that person's life, that was a pretty Big deal. No ends, no beginnings. It's just bridges. It's just bridges. We Are Formed from dust. Looking at everything with fresh Eyes again. When I think of spirit as well, I think of memory, memory, memory. It was happening to me. I was seeing him As a child and all that. That hasn't been born. Though all those stages, the difference between them Is so minute you hardly even know. You can hardly even tell the difference. Well, you see reality in a different way. And it's a dream. Different reality to how we Used to see it, yeah. It's dream. But it's the nearest fucking words we've got. Not true no ties peace And that's how it Operates. We're not here permanently. And of course it's a dream. That's exactly what it is. It's just a dream. The idea of the self, hopefully just before you Pass, it kind dissolves a bit. See another perspective, another realm, Another understanding outside of Your everyday. I'm not intimidated by ghosts. Maybe I should be. Maybe I should be. Maybe I should be. Maybe I should be.