This dream world
The existence of ego depends on thought,
a magical illusion conjured by mind,
web of incessant motion in which we’re caught
but if we drop desires and leave fears behind,
in the void of silence we become self-taught,
no longer floundering about as though blind.
Attuned with the soft pulsations of our heart,
in restful watchfulness God search we jump start.
As an actor in the dream we’ve manifest,
we take as real, the domain created,
the dream ending only when thought comes to rest,
which occurs when we’re not by desires baited,
that then ambling through life in light hearted jest,
the truth of Self is by heart validated.
When thought flow stops, we are then dehypnotized
whence truth of our true being is realised.
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