A poem. The Dream. The dreamer dreams, and in its dream it thinks, and moves, seeing no further than around its being. But not just that, would be to little of all its unknown mighty powers. It talks, and laughs, its sad at times, creates, maintains, recicles, starting again unsatisfied. Watches itself admiring a flower. Appears as a child, joyfully playing, grows up becoming worried of all the worldly things that might go wrong but didn't happened or has already happened. It feels so safe and peaceful but for how long, a moment here another there while mind is silent. It sleeps, and dreams with feelings in its dream, it peaks by reaching points of utter bliss, unutterable joy, a hint. The dreamer dreams, and in its dream it's waking up, lucidly knowing what is dreamed, who's dreaming, and of all the rest including what It Is. -M.O. #liberation #moksha #enlightenment #samadhi #nirvana #lucidbeeing #pureconsciousness #pureawareness #awakening #paradigmshift #thepowerofdreams #divine #love #infinite #eternity #wakeup #lucidwaking #transcendence #nonduality #yoga #vedanta #philosophy #psychology #science #zen #buddhism #spirituality #union #artistsofinstagram #artofliving https://www.instagram.com/p/CdBC3ggDkrx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=