Dreamer and the dreamed
Joy,
wisdom
and power
along with will
to create magic
manifesting ripples
emoting our pure intent,
that unfolds in linear time
as the innate freedom we enjoy,
is the being-ness of our consciousness.
Surfing lucid dreams of our heart’s desire,
we’re both the subject and the object
but know it not since we’re in trance,
freed from which when we are still,
by slowing flow of thoughts,
that ceasing to seek,
we react not,
waking up
from the
dream.
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