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Refining Consciousness

In a dream I saw myself in a bright room, sitting and writing down a poem
The experience was temporary; I soon returned to a normal frame of mind
I felt another presence besides myself, suddenly I was awoken by a loud hum
As I search in my head what was it I said, and wondering what I might find 

I was sure about this vision I had, the humming noise?  An oscillating dry fan
Feeling outside normal perception of space and time for a cold spell
I was the transient, the other conscious in a dream that seemed had no plan                                                                              
In a waking state of consciousness still my soul is clouded, and here I dwell

No recollection or recognizing my true nature or of my ignorance
Unaccepting this illusion of life instead of its reality, certain that I must
not condemn me to suffering and deadly defiance, 
I attempt to escape the life cycle of the universe, in this I trust

A life of austerity, devote myself to seeking knowledge
Unattach myself to any possession which result in greed
Achieving liberation by spirituality this I pledge
and eventually achieve a liberated state, indeed
                                                                                  
I will not incriminate myself but become a good friend, a giver
And not search for another roadway another dead end
Time lapses, searching ends where the narrow road runs into a river
Flowing as one with a body of water, an experience to transcend

And if the microorganisms might be killed in every breath I’ve taken 
by the immune system, discipline will be my task
When they call me lunatic when no finds of a scientific explanation
I’ll show that it is wise to keep and wear the surgical mask

The fundamental aim to perfect our soul essential, it took eons to rise above
Speak the truth if it is pleasant or remain silent if the truth is painfully lumen
All has a living soul in them, and all should be treated with respect and love
This can seem like a dream, and in my dreams, I am only human
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Scorpio Avatar
May 1, 2023 at 5:49 AM
" all has a living soul in them, and all should be treated with respect and love" words to live by, to act by, this one line sums up my belief system. Absolutely faving this one! A.S.
Anaya Avatar
May 1, 2023 at 9:41 AM
Thank you, AS! That's from Jainism belief's. Jainism traces its spiritual ideas and history through the succession of twenty-four tirthankaras (supreme preachers of Dharma)
George Avatar
May 1, 2023 at 3:12 AM
A poem of great depth. If you can turn your vision into reality, it would be sublimal change of consciousness. All the Best dear Anaya!
Anaya Avatar
May 1, 2023 at 9:39 AM
If we can turn our vision into reality, yes but we are only human, Valsa and when deception makes its way, just another realization to overcome. Thank you!
Buhagiar Avatar
April 30, 2023 at 2:00 AM
How true that we must treat everyone with compassion.
Anaya Avatar
April 30, 2023 at 8:41 AM
I agree Victor, we are a warm and caring community. What seems impossible of us at times shall pass.
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