Space and time

And so I close my eyes. And feel my inner life. I feel the smile. My inner world is without light, I closed my eyes. But without the light there is this feeling that smiles. Without pictures there is nothing than feeling. And so what turns out is the truth of my smile. In this room of nothing there is not picture. And when I open my eyes, there are too many. Too many pictures , too many things. And when I am in my dark insight I do not care about the pictures. There are mortal. Illusion in every shine. Illusion lost in time. Nobody cares the day today... nobody will remember me in eternity. My writing my text will be lost time? Why shall I care in a line - millions of years... I see the pictures outside day by day - the illusion in real. Forgotten words, importance of nonsense.
And while I close my eyes, I see. And when I open it I am blind. Blinded by space and time. And still I feel - I feel the smile. The smile of insight.
And there is the door, the door to the real... walking in it in the smile -

can you see?