cessation

asleep to awake in the dreamless world of dreams, where perception and reality, have merged and lost their identity, where the mist of reason is so thick, that delusions guide the way, purpose and direction is unknown, but the journey is still made, slowly through treacherous paths, fear of death lurks but dread of life is more, in those undefined vague wanderings is a kindle of hope, that something somewhere will jolt things to be right, making reason takeover, and some divine wisdom would light up, the muffled silence in the ears would be greeted by bird songs, the paths will open up into green apple orchards, a river would flow to its own rhythm, and life would pulsate to reassure again, that life is real, there are no dreams, reason smiles like a lipsticked beautiful damsel, beaconing to follow her to new opportunities. And I follow as told….. to find, cessation! Cessation of mangled uncertainty, and glimpse of a new hope, a new beginning.