The Waking Dream

We grasp
This cannot go…”

Yet every moment
Comes & Goes
Seasons change
The world turns
Days are born & die
Everything passes

Like a dream,
The substantiality
–an illusion
With focus
This ephemeral emptiness

Figments of experience
Life = Dreaming dreaming dreaming
(That is: dream dreaming itself)
There is nothing to grasp onto
Not even yourself
What security do you seek?
Certainty in the face of death?

Even those
Embracers of “change”
Declaring its greatness
Its wholesomeness
Move on only
To their next set of certainties
Another structure
To cling onto
A shelter in the storm?
There is no storm.
That fear
–just another part of the dream

One line above reminded me of this song:



11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. dils
    Mar 06, 2015 @ 08:09:17

    Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream? Inspired. 😊

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  3. Tessa
    May 15, 2015 @ 04:56:11

    The picture of the tracks reminds me of my childhood and walking the tracks.

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    • zeuslyone
      May 15, 2015 @ 06:49:28

      I’m glad that this post had such a personal memory hidden in it for you, Tessa. It sounds like a pleasant memory. I didn’t have such beautiful tracks to walk down as a kid, unfortunately…

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      • Tessa
        May 15, 2015 @ 21:38:37

        I lived in a small town and there were trees everywhere especially lining the railway running through the town. I live one town over now and the trees are still there although the tracks running through this town are backed up to houses until it gets a little way down near the next down and then trees line those tracks. Nice memories. Thanks for bringing them back.

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  4. holly
    May 16, 2015 @ 23:00:44

    As a child my dreams seemed so vivid and real that I could no longer tell if I were dreaming or awake. Upon asking my father, he pinched me and assured me if I could feel it, I was awake. That night I dreamed that I awoke and asked my father once again. Once again he pinched me, and I felt the pain. And then I woke up. Ever so confused…. lol

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    • zeuslyone
      May 18, 2015 @ 05:22:12

      Am I Zack T dreaming that I’m a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I’m Zack T? 🙂

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      • holly
        May 20, 2015 @ 00:18:36

        The idea that the world could be some sort of holographic world intrigues me. Much more interesting than any type of eternal life in a heaven or hell, lol. Can you imagine getting to come back and experience different types of life? I think that would be fascinating…
        Dreams are just one small teensy way… 😉

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