The Dream
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 is that so? ' I asked in disbelief
But I recalled my readings a year back
About the soul, and my mind went back on track
I'm spirit, with the body its relief
That's some light I saw, now as dawn would crack
'Here, everything is real, ' the form added,
'Your world is but illusion of its soul.'
Strange that I've held what is there, to be all
Perception now seems, somewhat beclouded
How else will truth in seeking minds install?
'Even you is in disguise, ' said the form,
'Just taking on the shape you've been meant to be.'
What revelation! That, I sure, could say
If to this wise, my logic would conform
It must follow that I'm disguised as me
I woke up thinking what should 'me' now mean
If it's not the 'self, ' then I'll rack my brain
Someone said, 'Know Thyself, ' and not in vain
For I'll search, so to have it answered clean
Come the time that I dream of it again.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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My Soul Lives With You In Your Dream
I'm thinking of you every day,
And seeking meaning of you in everything,
When i close my eyes to sleep at night,
My soul start seeking you in your dream.
I am the flower from your dream,
That scent to you amazing fragrance,
I wrapped you with my charm and beauty,
And let you to enjoy me every dream you have it.
When my eyes are tired and closing for sleep,
My soul awakes in me and seeking your soul in everything,
In the darkness of life you are my hope and happiness,
When do you sleep my soul lives with you in your dream.
My soul found you in your dream,
And dancing tenderly your soul,
A lovely love story of two souls,
That found each other in a crazy world.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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The Mix-Up
One winter morning
Upon awakening from a long night sleep
All characters got mixed up with their authors
Including Pinocchio
Who could not decide what was real:
Had he dreamt of being Carlo Collodi
Or was it that Carlo Collodi was dreaming
Of being Pinocchio?
This occurred long after
Upon awakening from a long night sleep
Zhuang Zi woke up from his dream
And was at a loss to figure out
How real was real and asked:
Had he dreamt of being a butterfly
Or was it rather that a butterfly
Was dreaming of being Zhuang Zi?
The next day
As she woke up from a long night sleep
An elephant got mixed up with a crocodile
And she could not decide what was real:
Had she dreamt of being a crocodile
Or was it rather that a crocodile
Was dreaming of being an elephant?
Two years later
Upon awakening from a long night sleep
The moon became confused with the sun
And it could not decide what was real:
Had it dreamt of being the sun
Or was it that the sun was dreaming
Of being the moon?
And in a rare unguarded state of mind
Upon awakening from a long night sleep
God got embarrassed for the muddle
But she could not decide what was real:
Had she dreamt of being Man
Or was it rather that Man
Was dreaming of being God?
poem by Paul Hartal
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Coming or Going
It's becoming more and more real
These visions, these dreams
They're taking more and more likeness of the people here
Waking up in a drenched with sweat shirt
Thinking that you are here
It's becoming more and more real
Is this the reality?
The page I write this on to the air I breathe
Is this actually here?
Or am I about to awake?
It's becoming more and more real
I don't control either outcome if it is only the two worlds
One does have to be a reality and the other has to be the dream
But which can I say is real
It's becoming more and more real
There is a difference that I have found
And it does keep my body bound
However, before I state my convincing notion
I came up with a suitable proposition
Whether awake or asleep, here or there
I must and accordingly maintain normalcy
It's becoming more and more real
Digressing back, the difference is where I sleep and memories remembered
My arrogance allows me the insight to know where I sleep, I wake
I keep this as remembrance, reference
Because as in my dreams
It's becoming more and more real
Good Night
Sir Ryan C. The First
March 3,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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In A Dream
In A Dream
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Sunday, December 2,2012
You came to me in a dream
I held you tight lasting the night
You began to fade away
I didn't want to wake to face the day
Holding on tight my eyes began to tear
For all I want is to hold you near
Now sleep wont come back to my eyes
Waters flow to drown the skies
Promises to you I can't keep
So all I want to do is go back to sleep
No use counting sheep
So now I just sit here and I weep
My heart won't give me a break
That's why I sit here wide-awake
I know it's quite extreme
But the only way I can be with you is in a dream
Nothing is never as it seams
In my soul my heart it screams
My life I can't remake
You I wont ever forsake
Suffering now from a huge headache
That's why I don't want to stay awake
I don't want to see another daybreak
Not another moment I can take
From reality I want to escape
In my dream my existence I shape
Missing you is more than I can bear
Please dreams take me back there
Actuality is endless nightmares
For in my dreams reality disappears
You are in my bloodstream
My only way to be with you is in a dream
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Dream I Killed God
Dream I killed God and woke up
Dream I killed God and woke up
Hes begging please, please, please.
No, dont....
Dream I killed God and woke up
Time dries, time dries my mind
Oh, Ill survive, no one can save us
Talk to myself, talk to my soul
I want you to follow
Yes, follow...
Its only...its only a dream, only
Dream I killed God and woke up
He was lying, bleeding and wishing
Its passing
Its passing
Dream I killed god
Dream I killed god
Is he dead?
And then I dreamt of him
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Black
black absorbs all forms
into its formlessness
including the mind
in the sphere of black
space is one primordial
nothingness till light
awakens the ego that
propels the quest for forms
we sleep well without light
so that the mind goes back
to the form of formlessness
sleep on, sleep on
darkness sleeps well in
the absence of light
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Everything Vivid oh so Real
So surreal
everything appears
too real to be real
sober wide eye lucid mind
hallucinations?
How dull our perception
what we deem to be real
hydrogen strawberry patch
purple atmosphere soil
harvest dawn
streaks of violet orange-red
blood shed
sky's living proof
cloud's ceremonial formation
channeling spirits of great
distant cousin mountain ranges
sky
vivid oh so real
trees
vivid oh so real
auto metallic body paint
vivid oh so real
neighbor's sleep eye smile
vivid oh so real
morning rabbithole obligations
vivid oh so real
stage and spot light silence
vivid oh so real
flying feathered wake-up calls
vivid oh so real
everything I see
everything I touch
vivid oh so real
everything I feel
everything I imagine
vivid oh so real
dew transfers from
air to grass to my
bare flesh
vivid oh so real
my body
everything within
everything without
vivid oh so real
tepid bitterness
lukewarm caffeine fix
vivid oh so real
every illusion
performed by the senses
vivid oh so real
meditations under fulsome
tree branches
peace of mind
vivid oh so real
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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For My late WIFE
For my late Wife
And you my dear whenever,
I close my eyes and back I go,
They start like rain shedding tear,
With me you are not though.
Like a dream it was that nearly one year,
Come see and feel if you can,
Alone I stand seeking you far and near,
On my face the smile, hope and the pain.
Desire I a strange unattainable dream,
Would that I could take the time back,
It gives me pleasure though odd it seem,
But losing this dream my heart will crack
You know what all this is? Oh love mine,
Something to keep you alive, and keep me thine.
poem by Jahan zaib
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Perchance to dream for friend thad
I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt.
A lucid dream I could control,
in which I thought I would attempt
to contact my immortal soul.
I moved up to a higher plane.
Which I accomplished easily.
I thought perhaps that I could gain.
Some knowledge relevant to me.
I met myself and face to face
we could converse quite naturally.
Discussed the trials I must face
This seemed quite logical to me.
Was it a dream? I can’t be sure
I only know it seemed to be.
Somehow it served to reassure
me that all is as it ought to be.
Was it a dream or possibly
an altered state of consciousness.
A different reality
It could be either one I guess.
What does it matter anyway.
A dream may have reality
which we perceive a different way.
When viewed imaginatively.
Imagination is the key
which opens portals we can pass
in spirit form so easily
But must return too soon alas.
I dreamt or maybe dreamt I dreamt
a lucid dream I could control.
Perchance I failed in my attempt.
Not ready yet to be made whole.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Death Theory....
let us make it simple,
energy is never created is destroyed
it can simply be transformed from one form to another
yes the soul,
from one time frame to another
this is simpler now
the body is left and the spirit goes away
it is met by light and it is taken away
guided towards its real place
and then the silence
no one wants to come back
it is self-explanatory
no one comes back to a place which has become inferior.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Are The Ghosts
Imagine we when we are awake,
that we are in another form of the dream state.
In fact we are and are not totally aware,
that we are in different dimension with no time and air.
We are a projection if you will,
perhaps a hologram that is never still.
Then when we go to sleep at night,
visit different souls we don’t see in daylight.
This is just as real, but our consciousness
can’t remember it by will.
So in essence we are already dead,
we are thinking this dimension is real instead.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Radiance Of Pure Being
In the light of another sun
much brighter than this one
there no darkness is ever seen
as the mind of thought is clean.
When the ladder is climbed to that domain
what any go there with except love is vain.
Everything else may or can exist below
which is only what this light does show.
There is the Radiance of Pure Being
the like of which few are ever seeing.
A very rare experience by actual sight is had
as the mind is bewildered but the soul is glad.
Intellect and reason have been left behind
as all else except to that light one is blind.
Intuition or direct perception is the means
whereby the mind at its own source gleans.
Any limitations and divisions there don’t exist
only the effulgence of True Light does persist.
Though we receive light and warmth from the stars, moon and sun
all the light in the universe put together can’t ever equal That One.
Could it be That from which all of existence flows
as time and space by mind’s true reflection shows
and whatever seen here is the becoming of That which forever is;
in tangible finite shape or form a manifestation of The Infinite is?
The Radiance of Pure Being is also the essence of everyone’s soul
and so is seen after self effort and grace have performed their role.
To live through all of our days in life and be ignorant of That Light
isn’t what any of us have been born for in this world or given sight.
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Note:
This poem relates to an experience vouchsafed to me while staying in the ashram of Swami Muktananda Paramahansa back in 1978. It was almost 20 years after that time the words or inspiration came to write about it.
poem by George Krokos
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Twilight
The visions dancing in my mind
The early dawn, the shades of time
Twilight crawling through my windowpane
Am I awake or do I dream?
The strangest pictures I have seen
Night is day and twilights gone away
With your head held high and your scarlet lies
You came down to me from the open skies
Its either real or its a dream
Theres nothing that is in between...
Chorus:
Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind
Away from me.
Across the night I saw your face
You disappeared without a trace
You brought me here, but can you take me back?
Inside the image of your light
That now is day and once was night
You lead me here and then you go away.
Repeat chorus
(you brought me here, but can you take me back again? )
With your head held high and your scarlet lies
You came down to me from the open skies
Repeat chorus
Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, twilight, twilight, twilight.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Dreamy Feelings Again
It was just a dream I had,
that the woman wanted me back,
- - - once again,
It was just a dream that I was going with,
- - - to aleviate the pain.
It was a happy dream for me,
while for her, it was a nightmare,
and something real was somewhere
in between us ,
... that we never understood.
It was just a silly dream,
that had to do with everything,
that I ever cared about in life,
... and so much more than that.
She was and is the dream,
that I still dream of,
and when I shut my eyes down,
lonely in the night ...
She is the dream that I wake up to,
right before my proper warning,
I find myself awake,
- - - and still in love.
A silly dream that has a meaning,
when I am sure that it should not,
a stupid dream that hurts too much inside,
- - - yet, I'd give everything I've got,
to make it real one more time,
- - - for just one simple hour...
and to feel love ... like that again!
B.V.A.
poem by Barry Van Allen
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Unrealistic Dream?
i had a dream that i was king
i had a dream that nothing could stop me
i had a dream that i could fly
when i awoke from that dream
i had already fallen
i was just a peasant
everyone including myself had stopped me
i tried to fall back asleep
tried to forget what was real
and learn what's not
but every time i tried to go back
back to that world
every time i managed to grasp what little i had left of it
reality pinched me awake
i had a dream that i was happy
how do i make that reality?
poem by Michael Secrets
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To wander, missing the goal
The king had a halt to pass out the night.
The charioteer had to guard the horse
For which he must not sleep through out the night.
The king suggested thinking on something.
The king woke up a few hours later and
Found him awake thinking about something.
Questioned, he told he was counting the stars.
Complimenting him, the king went to sleep.
The king woke up after a few hours and
Found him awake with something in mind.
Asked, he said that he was watching the clouds.
Patting on his back, the king went to sleep.
The king woke up in the early hour and
Found him still awake and felt quite assured.
‘I was thinking if the horse left itself
Or someone chased it.', he said candidly.
He took full efforts not to fall asleep
And in the process he missed the purpose.
Devotion to the rites and the rituals
Will tie you to the religion, not the God.
28.07.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Conversation with God
One day while I was dreaming I heard a soft like voice
It called me to a pond
and asked to recite
the stories of my childhood
I thought it very strange
Then with deafening noise it came
It took me to the pond and asked me 'what I could see'
'I see me' I replied
'Very good' it said
'Now do you see' it asked
'I see a little child with hair as bright as fire'
'Who is that child' it asked
'It is me' I replied again
'Do you remember what that child was like'
'No' I replied
'Until you become a child again you'll see no more'
'I do not understand' I said
'You will' came the voice
'When' I asked
'When you believe that I am real'
'But you are real' I answered
'Only one who truly believes can understand'
poem by Rachel Branscombe
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Real Love
How to say love?
How to see love?
or to seize love?
saying love u out of your lips
not the way to say love
say i love u in your heart
whom u love then they can hear
with their hearts
if u sees in your eyes
u still never see the real love
but with open heart
and open mind
if u accept the real light
then u can see the beauty
the beauty of be love
and to be in a real love
in every where
in every time
u can seize the real love
when u let the devotee to fly
and to shine
like the sun of the noon
like the moon
fade the darks of night
like the birds of the north
coming back to their home
from south
u can say in every word
the real love
u can see in every where
the real love
and reveal
the real love
in your soul
the real love
the
real
love
at the end
is a dream
of real woman
and the deeds
of real man.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Real As I Wanna Be
Well here I am out in my make believe world
Makin believe Im working
Makin believe Ive got a girl
But inside I know
Im as real as I wanna be
What if I sailed off to the edges of the sea
Just to see the other side
Just to feel free
And to prove to myself
Im as real as I wanna be
And even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
Even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
From now on Im out on the wrong side of the track
Takin a long look back
And no one can catch me
Im as real as I wanna be
Im packing nothing but that which belongs to me
My heart and soul
And the pieces of a dream
Im gonna make that dream
As real as I wanna be
And even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
Even the sky
The sky cant stop me now
Cause Im real
And what if I find hate or despair
Oh lord, what if I find nothing there
How could I last
When all that stands beside me
Is the shadow that I cast
And I may come to see the only thing that was true
Was you
Long ago back in this mystery
And I may wish that I could reach back in to pull you
Through
But youll live on in my memory
In a tear that I will leave behind me
Cause Im as real as I wanna be
Taken from real as I wanna be-album leaflet by sunny
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Go Back To Your Dream
Dreaming of dreams
Some times you dream but some times you don’t
What happens in your dreams?
Some know and some don’t
You may wake up from your dream and try to go back
Many may try but not all can relapse
But for those who don’t know
To dream of a dream it is easy to go back
Visions in your mined that your brain bring up
So I dream and wake up
And can’t remember what my brain brought up
Only but few that I could remember I would lay down at night
And think of my few
I chose but one and think clearly through the night
I fall asleep to dream of a dream
And after the night the sun had come up
I had recalled the dream of a dream
Simple as thought
Just to lay in bad and think of my dream
and be for it had been told I had my dream of a dream
poem by Jacob Pettey
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