Pale, timid flames of light bursting
From the night's smokey last breath, it's morning,
The dreamer steps out from his nocture reveries,
Beginning new adventures in a daydream!
A change of scenario or maybe not,
The vasanas of the mind play, animating forms,
Man forgets to investitage its veracious essence,
And lives succumbed in dreams, endlessly asleep!
How can one awaken? Sages are often asked,
The dreamer and its dream are frolic mirages,
Seen and enjoyed boundlessly
By the ineffable vacuity, Brahman!
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening, consciousness, life, spirit
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