I once had a dream about what I would like to be but the dream's still being realized in life to see. To date I now find myself having a poet's brain and a passenger traveling in an outbound train. The carriage I occupy is starting to break down and I wonder how much longer it will be around. Though it's better to always keep a positive mind and not let the devil of despair to rob you blind. The life we're all living now is just another dream of that Infinite Existence in the flowing stream of Its own imagination which has no real end apart from the limiting state we all try to rend. Only a few ever come to know about this game that is played out within a holographic like frame which includes all dualities of form and substance created to express Its own boundless abundance. The illusion's needless to say so very well done that we are all caught up in it and try to have fun; going from one extreme to another as we live in mastering the art of how to love and forgive. ______
Written in Feb.'22. Another one of those existential, mystical and philosophical type poems.