I have only one story, and it starts before I wake from sleep and ends when I return to sleep. This is the only story I need to know, and every awakening is an opportunity to deepen my understanding of my existence.
As I reluctantly awaken here, my very first desire is to remain there where I am at peace. But a force overcomes that desire, and my peaceful existence unfurls into my familiar self, retreating to a point behind my eyes.
Awake now, the timeless peace of sleep is replaced by the pain of life. I resume my search for peace, forgetting that I just left the one place where I had it.
As my awakening comes to an end, the peace of sleep is my last desire. I lay down, and my familiar self furls back to that timeless place where I am at peace.
My true desire is my first and last: to remain in, and return to, the place where I am at peace. My story is a series of painful awakenings spent searching for peace, in between periods of sleep where I have it.
My first and last desire, every awakening, is for peace. Peace is the object of my desire. Peace is the absence of desire. Peace is the absence of pain. Peace is the absence of time. Peace is God.
I know peace when I sleep. I am God when I sleep.
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