Dreaming

I have reached the end of my dream Life is not just a basket of reality That is passed from one generation to another Life is a spectacular display of all the bricks of creation It's up to the individual to create his/her story To find an oasis of peace, happiness and love Or to weave a story of hatred, jealousy and selfishness It's not unusual to build the story of life around family and friends It's most intriguing to extend the circle of your life to the global village And capture the amazing atmosphere of multiculturalism Sometimes one has to stop and pick a particular brick That weaves the story of life inwards Into the realm of the spirit Here, one will find no bricks One will become the brick You will be moulded Emptiness will be poured into your being Silence will be concentrated Nothingness will be nourished and nurtured You will be submerged in the ocean of Love Your life story will reflect the inner workings of the spirit You will be the basket of reality That is weaved from the outside Into the innermost dimension of being You will be the priceless artefact That is displayed in the temple of God You will be the template of all beings You will be the manual of life ©