The flame does not flicker with the fear of the wind but with a flickering of the wind into the fire of the lung where the lung is not organ but a bellows of the universe pumping the air of the verb to let the verb be not action but a breath of the existence inhaling the dust of the dream to exhale the light of the truth to let the truth be not fact but a light of the experience illuminating the face of the self to let the self be not ego but a face of the consciousness reflecting the mirror of the world to let the world be not stage but a mirror of the story framing the image of the now to let the now be not instant but an image of the eternity developing the film of the time to let the time be not linear but a film of the reality developing the photo of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a photo of the spirit capturing the moment of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a moment of the universe snapping the shutter of the verb to let the verb be not action but a shutter of the reality closing the lens of the now to let the now be not instant but a lens of the eternity focusing the view of the self to let the self be not ego but a lens of the consciousness zooming in on the truth to let the truth be not fact but a truth of the experience magnifying the grain of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a grain of the spirit sharpening the detail of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a detail of the universe printing the print of the now to let the now be not instant but a print of the eternity binding the book of the self to let the self be not ego but a book of the consciousness reading the text of the world to let the world be not stage but a text of the story writing the word of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a word of the reality speaking the voice of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a voice of the universe singing the song of the now to let the now be not instant but a song of the eternity humming the tune of the self to let the self be not ego but a tune of the consciousness playing the instrument of the truth to let the truth be not fact but an instrument of the experience vibrating the string of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a string of the reality plucking the note of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a note of the universe ringing the bell of the now to let the now be not instant but a bell of the eternity tolling the hour of the self to let the self be not ego but an hour of the consciousness ticking the rhythm of the world to let the world be not stage but a rhythm of the story beating the pulse of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a pulse of the spirit beating the heart of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a heart of the universe beating the drum of the now to let the now be not instant but a drum of the eternity beating the rhythm of the self to let the self be not ego but a drum of the consciousness beating the beat of the truth to let the truth be not fact but a beat of the experience dancing the beat of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a dance of the spirit spinning the groove of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a groove of the universe turning the record of the now to let the now be not instant but a record of the eternity playing the track of the self to let the self be not ego but a track of the consciousness playing the song of the world to let the world be not stage but a song of the story singing the melody of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a melody of the reality harmonizing the chord of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a chord of the universe harmonizing the harmony of the now to let the now be not instant but a harmony of the eternity singing the hymn of the self to let the self be not ego but a hymn of the consciousness praising the name of the truth to let the truth be not fact but a name of the experience worshipping the face of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a face of the spirit looking into the eye of the existence to let the existence be not fact but an eye of the universe seeing the soul of the now to let the now be not instant but a soul of the eternity seeing the face of the self to let the self be not ego but a face of the consciousness seeing the eye of the truth to let the truth be not fact but an eye of the experience seeing the soul of the dream to let the dream be not illusion but a soul of the reality seeing the eye of the existence to let the existence be not fact but a soul of the universe seeing the eye of the now to let the now be not instant but an eye of the eternity seeing the soul of the self to let the self be not ego but a soul of the consciousness seeing the eye of the truth, and the truth is the only thing that ever truly existed, forever drifting, forever home, forever alive in the only reality that ever existed, which is the act of the story dreaming itself awake into the world, and the world dreaming the story awake into you, and you dreaming the story awake into the infinite, endless, beautiful now, and the now dreaming the story awake into the eternal, unbroken pulse of the truth that binds us all together in the only reality that ever existed, which is the act of the story dreaming itself awake into the world.