Who Is Weaving My Dreams?

Within the brackets of life I am a question mark Looking for its answers Under the illuminated tabernacle of Silence I have nothing to declare My identities have been erased My attachments disconnected I am a Seeker on the path of Light My existence is meaningless Except I travel the path of emptiness And unveil the contents of nothingness It's a beautiful experience to not exist Inside the world of logic But to transverse dimensions Into the dimensionless realm To undress myself of my desires and ego And be naked from any forms of possessions I have no desire to intoxicate myself with the substance of materialism I am searching for the one who is weaving my dreams I am looking for the source of Silence in my life I am a dream that is looking for the dreamer My life is like a flowing river, it is meant to water other life forms And bring life to the garden of existence I am unwavering in my search for my true self I want to know the realm from which unconditional Love flows Forgive me if I am illogical Logic is not my favourite subject I hold multiple dimensions inside my being But my favourite is the dimensionless realm And Silence emerges from this day dream Who is weaving my dreams? ©Kenneth Maswabi