Immeasurable Dream

Your dream is existent. It is a galactic spin; it is electric, rhythmic, resonant, and lunar, a red Skywalker. You're never present in this dream of yours∽ a complex analysis of your image in the mirror. This kind of images never looks like you. Tathagata waits for us as long as we want to be there. Maybe Tathagata is only an illusion coming to be. Your dream is a square for heart sacrifices- fundamentalism, principles, harmonic convergence, paradigm, and philosophy. You should not be that soul yearning to quench your thirst with something you cannot have. It makes me think of a river. Generates a loud, low scream when you need it to be existent. Who can imagine that the blue color of the sky is not a real, true one? Hope is like landing on Gliese. It is not the moon reflecting on the river. Thinking while living long and while longing for freedom, you are resentful toward everything that shouldn't make you dissatisfied. Like the moon hiding the same half from view, it is this suffering in togetherness; swamps the disillusions. Yet, it remains unchanged. Why is everything the way it is? I don't know whether or not we are existent because Someone wants us to be extant, but maybe we need firstly a reason to be existent- the first cosmic truth. The mind thinks of that eternity that doesn't have chains. We all have the right to think whatever we want. Eternity is not equal to the Tathagata. It looks so real out of it. It cries out of nothingness. In the womb of the Tathāgata, grows its embryonic essence. All the bluebirds fly freely in the serene sky. The more we understand God, the more He reveals Himself. We thirst for those heights with a will to be children. Poem by Marieta Maglas