<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A queer dream it was that punctured my sleep<br>Thought forms everywhere, all that my eyes can take<br>Then, I dreamt that I rose up, wide awake<br>'Are you real? ' I asked the forms that creep<br>'Yes, we are, ' they said. 'You're the one that's fake.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How is that so? ' I asked in disbelief<br>But I recalled my readings a year back<br>About the soul, and my mind went back on track<br>I'm spirit, with the body its relief<br>That's some light I saw, now as dawn would crack</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Here, everything is real, ' the form added, <br>'Your world is but illusion of its soul.'<br>Strange that I've held what is there, to be all<br>Perception now seems, somewhat beclouded<br>How else will truth in seeking minds install? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Even you is in disguise, ' said the form, <br>'Just taking on the shape you've been meant to be.'<br>What revelation! That, I sure, could say<br>If to this wise, my logic would conform<br>It must follow that I'm disguised as me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke up thinking what should 'me' now mean<br>If it's not the 'self, ' then I'll rack my brain<br>Someone said, 'Know Thyself, ' and not in vain<br>For I'll search, so to have it answered clean<br>Come the time that I dream of it again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Reyvrex+Questor+Reyes">Reyvrex Questor Reyes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483569" data-title="The Dream de Reyvrex Questor Reyes" data-description="A queer dream it was that punctured my sleep Thought forms everywhere, all that my eyes can take Then, I dreamt that I rose up, wide awake 'Are you real? ' I asked the forms that creep 'Yes, we are, ' they said. 'You're the one that's fake.' 'How..."></div> </div> </div>

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