One solution in mind

Sometimes I experience reality

as looking through imaginary fishbowls

in front of my eyes

Kind of like floaters

on the lens of my eyes

but larger and still imaginary

It is not so much their color or shape

that is anchoring me in a new way

but just their presence

as it reflects for me what is real

Sure I know they are not real in the world

but they provide for me

a perspective about what is real

How the depth of what is real

is shared or not

These are floating Post-Its

to remind me of the difference

between what is real

and where does real come from

They live in a world

where real comes from

but are not of the real

in the world

Reality flat screens me too easily

and the fish remind me

of the fluid they are in

which further reminds me

of the depth of field

where reality comes from

as opposed to what reality represents

When I put it all together

it is all magically unfolding

And the source of the magic is serene

and peaceful

but not static or still

Sure there is stillness

if I am there to surmise it

but to be of it and live it alive

is not still

but fluid without evidence

Active without content

can be assumed to be imaginary

but somehow experienced as real

So the fish swim by

and I see you there

and you are sort of over there

but also here

as the fish swim around and by you

It then appears that we are here

yet you are still appearing to be over there

which tells me of a bigger intimate sea

even though there is a always “over there”

in a real sense

I have nothing more to say about it

since you’re here

or we’re here

while we are here and there to me

Now you are part of my fluid Post-Its world

and you remind me of a greater us,

an emotional oneness of us

and nothing is subjectively personal about it

It just is

and there is nothing to do

to advance or confirm what already is

since this is not a contention

it just is

The planet has oceans

and I or at least my ‘we’ has fishbowls!

At least one of us

being either you and me

or otherwise the ocean

is empathetically so

For we are something more

than a unified confinement in receivership

We are also this ocean of sorts

yet to be fully discovered

We are more than a formula of audience

as participation

We are a oneness

but persist to swim

by a subject/object set of reality fins

We identify as fish

and confine ourselves to separate bowls

We are all the same fluid

but go for the glass

as the basis of our identity

I am supposed to proceed in reality

by my un-nameable bowl identity

even though my bowl is submerged

in a collective ocean

filled with separated bowls

There is only one next solution in mind!

Pull level, break glass, and flow . . .