I woke up from my latest of dreams;
it too, had finally expired;
sensing that life is not what it seems;
nor, even what I desired.
It’s like I, somehow, slept thru the movie;
seeing the credits on the movie screen;
it occurred it might actually behoove me;
to consider that movie like a dream.
Dreams, like movies, may seem irrelevant;
made up stories, we don’t even believe;
Perhaps, dreams are reality’s white elephant;
for, most are impossible to conceive.
Are my dreams, simply my own conceptions;
all, made out of whole cloth;
or, are they actually clouds of deceptions;
flitting around like a moth?
Consciousness is the story of all life;
eternally remaining ongoing;
creating thunderstorms and strife;
living water keeps it growing.
Consciousness is the Light of all being;
the Light that never goes out;
the mind describes what we are seeing;
its whispers sound like a shout.
Imprisoned in the body; while living on earth;
our mind growing to who we’ll become.
The Master beckons from the place of our birth;
where we’ll all come together as one.