Two Dreams. Two Different Realms

In the land of logic No one speaks the language of my dreams Everyone is counting numbers in their dreams When the voice of the spirit (Silence)is the material of my dream Money is the hard shell of their material pursuits I find amusement in assembling my inner being And they are delighted by the sophisticated fabric of materialism I have visited the mysterious realm of the spirit To fetch my mystical spells They have visited the template of wealth (logic) To create the foundation of their dreams I drank from the oasis of Silence To open the curtain of tranquillity within my inner being They have travelled to the most exotic places To wallow in their man-made world of dreams Sitting in the realm of emptiness, I am absorbed by nothingness Sitting in the abundance of material wealth, they are intoxicated I am a dreamer inside the vastness of consciousness They are dreamers inside the confined space of physical reality It's not my dream I am worried about In my dream I have found the fibre of my being In my dream I have tasted the tranquillity of the spirit In my dream I am fully clothed with the garment of Love It's their dream that gives me sleepless nights It's the delicious taste of money that is full of venom Their dream is an injection of the most potent dose of selfishness ©