Dweller on the Threshold

The boundaries shift revealing the veil of our worlds as a thin crossroads between awake and sleeping (He waits for me)

The tear in reality(he waits for me) like a radio's static (He waits for me)

Tethered to this physical body by a chain of doubt regret and shame

This birthplace of death and dreams

(He waits for me) the Dweller on the threshold

Thought forms pulsating with the living energies of the Earth and the Sun

The nature of death and dreams no longer hidden from view

Here all thoughts are objects and just out of sight he waits

The dweller on the threshold the representation of pain

There is no heaven or hell as they simultaneously exist as one no god or devil wait for us we only wait on ourselves