one man's illusion

at some point,
we'll find
a billion smiling
faces
in a grain of sand.
until that point,
we will continue to
stare at the sun,
hoping to
discover the moon.

unraveling the illusion
we're trapped within
only to begin again
and see an expanding
cosmos draped in
images of a design
we're unfamiliar with
to contradict the
grander design we
thought we knew
to find it simply
comes down
to me and you.

some day we can
dream a bigger dream,
use our intention
to unravel the mysteries
of self that is happening
all around us at the same
moment, glancing this was
and that through the ether
until long last, we end up
in the very beginning,
looking back at an all
expanding mind that
happened before the
birth of time.

this,
our prison of growth
and rebuttal,
forming contours
about the illusion
until the images
begin to blend
and wander
out of focus
and become
whole again
to untangle
and tear at
the seams.

every once
in a while,
the dream
shows itself,
but we're left
whispering
unintelligible
nothings
for lack of
definition.

but one day we'll
see a billion
smiling faces
on the surface
of the sun
while gazing upon
the body of
a single
grain
of
sand.