I’ve got the feeling there’s nothing to feel
All I know for real is that nothing is real
I woke up again to find myself asleep
The world was a hollow-gram in a void deep
I was dreaming the dream that they called universe
Both seen and unseen, the heard and unheard
The people, and places, all creatures and things
Subconscious and conscious, my mind’s own off-springs
All mere characters in this dream that I see
Yes, all of you people, including this me
All playing their roles in this great pantomime
Not knowing the meaning of life, space or time
Searching for reasons and great explanations
Through science and religion, both myths of creation
For the end of knowledge and the point of beginning
The right ways of dying, the right ways of living
Yet just the same being in each incarnation
In every person, each planet, each nation
Was dreaming these dreams in each dream of one night
Still waiting and sleeping until morning light
As I try to wake up from this grand illusion
This Fool is no longer in love with delusion
The hero was zero and always will be
Twisting and dancing as loop infinity
Awake and asleep at the very same time
A Fool merely dreaming that she is Divine!
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Swati Prakash
