Thoughts On Reality
Consciousness is a bizarre form of being;
it doesn’t reside within the brain;
it’s a realm of thought; from the unseen;
it’s sort of reality’s window pane.
With it; our visions reach far and wide;
by taking in illusions of light;
thinking we’re peering on things outside;
some visions come without sight.
Physical awareness is more like a dream;
it’s a body playing its appointed role;
our thoughts flow by, in a continuous stream;
living out thoughts of the soul.
Sometimes, awareness becomes disrupted;
and consciousness loses control;
it’s as though our reality has been interrupted;
as awareness reverts to the soul.
Such interruptions are often called sleep;
which carries its own life stream;
there’s not only a time to laugh or weep;
there’s also a time to dream.
Dreams are thoughts; in search of reality;
we become the actors in a play;
thoughts of what we would like to be;
fond wishes for another day.
Some dreams are messages; from beyond;
interruptions to the flow of our mind;
these are the dreams, most depend upon;
out of fear of becoming left behind.
Love is the reality; too often missed;
death; the image of finality;
for betrayal; our Master was kissed;
the image of a missed reality.
Monty 4.8.26. # 3,238