A Dream in a Dream in a Dream.....

Before we bit the fruit of knowledge, we were one with the source. Now, we have traversed far and this life is just one dream after another as we oscillate in the mire of duality.

All in a sudden;
I awaken in a dream
and walk in the garden.
Strolling blithely,
I come upon a radiant tree
that is bosky, green and lovely,
with a fruit that seems
luscious, sweet and heavenly.
As I bite into it,
the dream ends
and lazily blends
into another one.

Now I am outside the garden
There are people and mansions,
enthralling animals, beautiful birds
and picturesque diagrams
of vivid clouds and twinkling stars.
There is the elevation of mountains
and there are blinding canyon-depressions....

.…..and then the dream dissolves
in the next one.

Steadily, the sleep deepens quietly
and another illusion grips tightly.
Now,
There is a north-south
and there is an east-west.
There is swelter-fog,
and there is spring-fall.
Love-hate is there
and fear-courage too.
Celibacy-sex is there
and avarice-distaste too.

and there is endless desire......

From coarse to subtle,
I move into yet another muddle.
The dream is religious now.
Sometimes there are rituals and vows,
followed by efforts to be just here-now.

and there is endless desire
for no desire......

The oblivion gradually strengthens.
The fruit and the tree in the garden
are a remote, distant remembrance
in this relentless dream-chain.

I go on sleeping
unremittingly dreaming
and moving farther and farther
from the beginning.

There is no garden anymore,
as I continue to snore.

Eventually,
I lose all memory
of what was it like
or what will it be like
to wake up to life
once more.

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But who is this
that is telling me
that I am dreaming
these incessant versions
and ceaseless mutations
of me and my reality?

Is THAT my waking reality itself?
Is THAT an ever-conscious atom
continuously splitting.....
and regularly spilling
over and over
into my deep stupor?

Reviews

nicely done, a deep intriguing read.