"Welcome Home , prodigal son"...

The voices of humans enter the mind of an illusion..

I pretend to exist but Reality tells me otherwise..

I shout to the Dream that I exist,

but Reality gently reminds me that I am only a Dream from God..

I ask God, why is this dream seen..

Source replies that It is Dreaming and that I am a parcel of this dream..

I then ask God, " What is there beyond this pain of existence ?"..

Source replies, " You are that which you desire to be "..

So much to think of and yet I still probe for Truth..

"I desire for Nothing"..

Source replies; " Now you are returning Home"..

Source continues; " When you desire nothing but Reality, you return to Me"..

"Welcome Home, Prodigal Son"...


namaste, thomas