Holographic?

Am I now becoming awake?
Am I now picking from out the air
The very essence of the divine?
The hidden is revealed, I sense,
In finding center in my self
Within, without, withal
To see and not see
Be and not be
Be alive.

What senses avail me mean all
Yet nothing
What imagination avails me…
That is questionable at best
But wherefore do I sense this now?
Is it the need for peace,
That need for balance,
That propels me ever forward in the same place?
Perhaps in all directions at once
Never leaving on point in the universe.
In one, all is found.

Dare I dream?
Or is dreaming counterproductive?
Be at peace
Be at ease
Be as nothing