Breath Time!

Indeed it can be painful (it is) to separate

that one reality

as

Waking and Dream

Yet

It is a choice of (creation of) time-in the realm of perceptions of the destructive / veiling / seperation

but

When one is on breath-time

Elements plucked from the waking Isolated from their limiting narrative within the waking
are reconstrued
to create fluid-constructions carrying only required powers in code form (for spiritual purpose) and collected during&from the waking to function differently in dream

while being held in the same ‘space of’ one reality (it is not really a space)

and by such constructions, equivalent Sonic remedies are invoked in dream,

… appearing in identifiable shapes for the sake of mutual communication of exchange-

…

Maybe a silken red flowery dress of a long-red-haired Goddess made of mantra, to heal, an equivalent reality in the waking …

How can this be possible?
This is only possible by the recognition of the reality being the same and pausless for waking and dream then all elements appearing within the realms are made of that same reality.

…

Precisely that’s how she has sent me this most beautiful bee

Born in the realm of this Goddess… ( she heals us by her silent instruction in dream. I stayed for a while in their house. She was not a friend but a teacher of her duty. Her son was my friend. We were only all in the age of our roles.)
She has sent me a bee to be set free as if ! (To complete a cycle as if or to make a yantra or an irreversible equation ~ Same!) which otherwise is impossible to appear in my room out of blue
…

The bee that was invoked in dream by perceptions of the pattern and color of a silken dress of a Goddess never really was present in dream but was born there
from the sound of the silent communication of the red Goddess Her eyes on mine
freed us both only in dream
but I saw
That same bee later again in my waking reality
That bee which I recently set free

In the wealth of a secretly shared smile of truth of two beings

A goodbye but not farewell

A goodbye to and towards the phenomenal

An embrace forevermore in the truth of our shared reality

He flew towards

its most most longing in that posture

Appearing to me like the sky blue

.

I said goodbye embracing by remembering the same reality

For it a Goddess maybe-

A reality

Holding this waking.

…

a buzz made of

Breath time

a buzz
saying
breath time!