We Are Stuff As Dreams Are Made On

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Indian philosophical works
A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image of sky and pool, even the wood
This material world is, philosophically, illusion.
We know the way to create imaginary world
We humans can not dispense with illusion.

Now slowly taking the hands apart or aside
The water, the image will disappear soon
It was just an illusion in one’s mind created
We live immersed in dreams and illusion.

“We are stuff as dreams are made on and
Our little life is, with a sleep, surrounded”*

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Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest : Pick a line any line      
6th place win

This sonnet was written earlier by me (The Universe is Maya "Illusion") but
I revised and changed the title of the poem)

 *A quote from William Shakespeare

* Maya means illusion in Indian languages.


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Date: 9/18/2013 2:15:00 PM
Dr Ram, congrats! ............ luv ~SKAT~
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Date: 9/14/2013 12:54:00 PM
Really loved your message....congratulations
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Date: 9/14/2013 10:21:00 AM
what a lovely write...congrats on your win :)
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Date: 9/13/2013 8:47:00 PM
Dr Ram, --A beautiful poem and line... congratulations :-)...xox~ LINDA
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Date: 9/13/2013 12:51:00 PM
congrats on your win Dr. Mehta....very nicely penned
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Date: 9/13/2013 10:41:00 AM
Congratulations on your winning place Dr Ram xx
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Date: 9/13/2013 9:00:00 AM
Thanks for entering my contest, congratulations.
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Date: 9/2/2013 6:19:00 AM
So so happy i am to read your verse once again..Tnks God that sleep surrounds us with its dreams and all is possible.Tnks for stopping by my poem.
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Date: 8/31/2013 3:35:00 PM
Thoughts to think on about illusions.. Such a good piece you have presented us with Dr Ram:)
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Date: 8/31/2013 11:24:00 AM
so lovely Dr Ram a sonnet that both sings and shows a picture excellent write one for fav's Shadow x smile (7)
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Date: 8/31/2013 5:39:00 AM
It is why we created gods, to take care of our very human failings. Illusions that we can live by. Very inspiring poetry dear Dr.
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Date: 8/31/2013 5:36:00 AM
Life is but a dream.... I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for sharing. Elaine
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Date: 8/31/2013 4:22:00 AM
Lovely work Dr. Ram.
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Date: 8/30/2013 11:39:00 PM
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.This teaches us not to chase after illusions.
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Date: 8/30/2013 10:15:00 PM
Such a true concept we are very much in a illusive state....very enjoyable, enlightening read. Thankyou for sharing cherie....
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Date: 8/30/2013 7:51:00 PM
Hi, Nicely crafted write..Reminds me of the Brahman dream.. Ken
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Date: 8/30/2013 7:36:00 PM
I'm enjoying seeing your poems again....this is exceptional !
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Date: 8/30/2013 9:45:00 AM
very nice write, Dr Ram : )
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Date: 8/30/2013 8:36:00 AM
God spoke his words and called us into existance. He created us in his image and through our words we create new realities. All around us we build new realities from our words. Evidenced in buildings, art, relationships, vehicles, planes, electronics, science and all manner of inventions. I like this poem because it causes me to think.
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Date: 8/30/2013 6:46:00 AM
Hi Doc! makes the true meaning of "Maya" believable to have you, once more, stop by my humble attempt at poetry.....good will prevail. if time permits....just havin' you with us here at "soup" makes things right...Maya....tho every moment since time began....death evolves all......man's unceasing struggle to survive makes our short time worthy....God Bless You Doc! jimbo
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