Dreams, Dreams, Dreams Poem by Mohammad Younus

Dreams, Dreams, Dreams,
This world is but a dream,
The heretofore a fleeting shadow,
The hereafter a whisper in the night.
This life unfolds as a series of dreams,
Dreams within dreams, bearing their own truth.
All these dreams are real,
For someone like me, eternally dreaming.
I am a dream, the dreamer, the dreamed,
Thriving day and night, striving for reality.

When I look at the beads of my life's rosary,
I see that dreams are wishful truths,
Real, though you may disagree,
Labeling my dreaming an escape from reality.
Yet for me, it's awakening,
What you call escape is my enlightenment,
A journey into the essence of dreams,
Where I find spiritual ecstasy.

We cannot escape dreaming for a single day;
In the realm of dreams, we reach beyond the veil,
Touching cosmic truth's silken threads,
Where the divine whispers softly beckon,
Guiding our souls through existence's labyrinth,
And illuminating paths we dare to tread

MyKoul