I am dreamed into this living
I am real to my soul,
So deep asleep
It knows not yet
That it is dreaming.
I believe
the moves I make
the words I speak
The thoughts I think
and yet
My floating self,
The one which breathes all life
Through and out my mouth and nostrils,
Seems to know
Different,
To know
Differently
from me
Whom I believe so ardently
And right on the tip of my mind
There underlies
A question,
A yearning,
A passion and, ultimately,
A knowing -
That I am the dreamed,
My dreamer asleep where I live,
Way within, far beyond,
In a whole ‘nother mind
Without time
Without space
Without direction or fear,
Where I live unenclosed
In flesh,
Unembraceable by death,
Just entranced and entangled
In this life which I dream
To be real
© RG Hudson
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