what is consciousness?
to me.
there are levels to consciousness
but not like floors.
more like trap doors in a dream
you didn’t know you were having.
no one is standing above or below you.
we are all just suspended in
different hallucinations of ourselves.
you can’t gauge someone’s awareness
by their words
their rituals
or number of ayahuasca ceremonies
they’ve survived.
some speak like prophets
yet betray themselves daily.
others skip through life
with dirt under their nails
yet radiate something so ancient
it rewires your soul.
this isn’t a pyramid.
this is a prism.
this isn’t a hierarchy.
this is a hologram.
a kaleidoscope of timelines;
each soul spinning through the chaos
they were assigned.
there is no map.
only moments.
flashes of recognition
when someone’s pain
echoes your own.
we are all just cosmos in costume
remembering our way back to God
without losing
what makes us
human.
Extremely well-articulated. While you wrote a poem on this which completely mirrors the guidebook that I'm writing. So I feel seen that you and I are the same, not similar.
Thank you. This one hits me quietly, generously. “we are all just suspended in/ different hallucinations of ourselves” is a lovely description of the human experience. Hallucinations have a part in the individual and another in the collective reality. I’m working on which is which.