The Next Dream
Each thought is a wrapping around a quick silver ‘I’. An ancient hypnosis weaves a specious trap, That blindly identifies with this fugitive ‘I’. This ‘I’ that arises conditioned by the past, A self generated software program Masquerading as the real person. This ‘I’ that arises a dream in each mind moment, Yet successfully propagates itself as being true. Yet, beyond this ‘I’ is glimpsed the infinite sky, Blue with the Beloved’s touch. A borderless shoreless vast Where the lover and the Beloved consummate and become one. Beyond this ‘I’ the nightmare ends And the eyes open to the rapturous Dreamer Who is constantly becoming the dream. Momentarily the dream is absorbed in the Dreamer And only a tranquil sweetness remains… …until meeting the demand of the play it gets pulled into the next dream. - Anahita Sanjana (India)