Not What You Think It Is

Are dreams the illusions of the minds;
or a form of, within mind, travels;
do they reflect how thought unwinds;
or consciousness unravels?

Do we pinch, to see if we’re dreaming;
is that the test to see what’s real;
or is consciousness, itself, scheming;
what we think, is what we feel?

All our life, we’re faced with questions;
with answers rarely received;
nearly everyone has suggestions;
though none are totally believed.

Consciousnes is the great mystery;
how did it ever come about?
Throughout all alledged history;
the truth has not come out.

Are we each a separate physical entity;
in a landscape crafted by another;
all, creations of a singular divinity,
we’ve not been permitted to uncover?

Or, are we all, the captains of fate;
our destiny created within the mind;
it’s difficult for us to even relate;
by Consciousness, all is defined.

We may be thoughts on the mind of God;
living forever in His hereafters;
here’s a thought, you may think odd;
God is the playwright; we, His actors.