Is having a good time all the time unreasonable?
Is this possible or does the game itself rule it out?
Is the idea that if the game of life is dual,
it’s an everlasting roller coaster—a symbol of the zero and the one? And do I live between them? Do I keep myself occupied trying to not crash into the extremes? Do I crave one or the other extreme? Does dual thinking miss the point?
Am I here caught in all of these thoughts
while existence patiently nurses my tiny bubble?
Is it that I’m not being fed time but awareness?
Am I breathing eating and sleeping awareness
thinking it’s time all along?
Am I a sophisticated dream while I’m awake?
If so, is this the primary and the normal state?