cleansing

life is a house of cards
it seems
each thought
is a card
we weave
into
our personal palace
of illusion . .

built

on the solid foundation

of the cardtable we call

the world
so easily tipped
over
by a gentle
breeze
of change
caused by

the fortunate

inevitable intrusion

in our illusion
of ultimate reality

absolute truth

not what we think
but what infinitely is...

such things come to mind

when one takes ones world apart

or
just watch it all come apart

by itself

in the course

of opening oneslf to a cleansing experience

the discipline of dissolution..

realizing the true context

of all things

is the first step

in recontextualizing ones life

?

or not