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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

the fruit 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?

© Chandra S.