Three Stages - Poem by Anita Sehgal
In my sleep, I am the architect of my dreams,
The director, actor and scriptwriter
All rolled in one.
My characters play out their role
Without the constraints of time and space.
In deep sleep I know not where I was, yet I had existed then,
as I remember having been there.
On awakening, the architect disappears,
To be replaced by a separate I,
An actor governed by a different set of rules,
A part of HIS drama.
The common thread
of the Eternal
which runs through all the phases,
Is none other the HE Himself within and outside of me!
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