"CHASING THE WHITE RABBIT—IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?"
"CHASING THE WHITE RABBIT—IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?"
by James Hall
I had the great pleasure of presenting one of my poems at the "City of Fort Smith Poetry Slam" hosted by the Fort Smith Regional Art Museum. Go RAM!
AI generated artwork conducted by James Hall.
My piece is drawn from "Heaven and Earth," an upcoming book my father and I are co-authoring. This selection came from Chapter Two of that work, titled "Is Life but a Dream?"
My poem from that chapter is called:
"CHASING THE WHITE RABBIT—IS LIFE BUT A DREAM?"
We all chase the white rabbit.
Some in the pursuit of glory.
Some for adventure.
Some out of sheer curiosity.
Most of us vainly attempting to find our way.
However, the honest fact is, we are lost.
Worst of all, we never realize it.
That is until we admit to the chase of the white rabbit.
And it is a far different quest than we imagine.
Because reality is simply not what we think.
Yet the chase is everything.
It is all-consuming.
It is all-powerful.
As the white rabbit appears to continually lead us down confusing paths.
He introduces a world of paradoxes.
A domain where dreams are hard to distinguish from facts.
That is if there are any facts.
Where the absurd becomes surreal.
Where time and space deceive us.
The world, after all, is not always a place as much as it is a state of consciousness.
Celestial voices tell us we are chasing the rabbit.
And we truly feel we are, only to find the rabbit is chasing us— that is, in a sense.
The rabbit uses the contradictions inherent in our simulated world.
We are given the illusion of that chase.
We run toward a goal only to realize we are running away from it.
When we finally reach our sought-after path, we find we have not discovered as much as we have been led.
Possibly by fate.
But the "fate" of our white rabbit teaches us that elusive word is simply another expression for choice.
We never understand that the white rabbit does not submit to the chase because he is actually leading.
The rabbit hole is the parable of life.
The chase of the white rabbit is life.
In the end it is not at all about the chase but the experience of the chase.
Life itself is THE experience.
No one can realize that until it is all over with.
We never forget that experience.
We become the experience and the experience becomes us.
No matter how rich or poor.
It enriches us—always.
So, what about the case of the white rabbit?
The white rabbit, even though perhaps a dream, makes us real.
It makes us real because we are the white rabbit.
We are the white rabbit.
We are the white rabbit and in the end we are creating the chase only to lead!
It is our higher self that leads—as a conscious community of united but hopelessly independent souls.
That is, if we let it.
If we have the wisdom.
And if we don’t, it always comes anyway.
It always comes to us eventually.
It’s all been done before.
Quite elusive, but indeed we lead!
We lead because:
We Are All The White Rabbit!
We are the White Rabbit!— and we can do anything.
We as a community of souls can do anything!
Anything!
"Even though Life Is But A Dream?"
By James Hall, Copyright Library of Congress 2025
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