Dreams we are in our body's cage,
Imagination channels our divine phase,
Our abstract periodic table extends to God,
When in Samadhi, we realize our hidden lord.
Like watery -particles from ponds and streams,
The broken images of subconscious appear in dreams.
The study of dream needs a truly Susophti-Stage,
The awakening-and dozing between light and shade.
When a part of other's conscious passes into our Unconscious,
We feel the tie of oneness in that touch.
In reality we all are sprouted grass on sodden -land,
And derive the conscious mineral from Unconscious strand.
Our psychic is an undefined concept with no limitation,
There prevails neither time, nor space nor any motion.
Caverns of weightless quanta expanse and contract,
In Unconscious or the Atman which is the super conscious fact.
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