The Mystical Dream

As I walked over to my bed,
Completely drained and unable to do
Anything else other than dive
Into the pool of unconsciousness
I saw, coming towards me,
A man, seated upon a raft!

He rowed slowly and in a relaxed manner,
Coming towards me
As one well aware of where he is headed to!

As he neared, I noticed that his face could not
Be discerned, since he wore his hat low on his forehead
But I could see, near his feet, a singing bowl!

He came next to me and waved over to me
To direct me to get on his raft!

I did so, without thinking twice
And off we went into the sea of existence;
Him sure of where he is going to,
While I, in total confusion about my destination
But, so totally content,
In that man's company for, he radiated with
Pure and divine energy!

As he went along, he never spoke
But stopped the raft to play his singing bowl
Which sent vibes so powerful to me
That I felt myself lifted up in my mental cosmos
And could no more feel my body!

As I opened up my eyes to the dawn that
Offered itself to me,
I could not help but smile,
At this great gift called life, which some sort
Of unexplained power has deemed me worthy of
And I promised to myself to imbibe others with its awareness
So that they make the most of their gift
As they shall never be given another same one
To use as foundation ground to reach the stairs leading to where
Rafts can float in nothingness!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2022

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