God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches you by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly – not one. ~Rumi
Wide awake to commune with Thee
I know dreams are real:
My poor husk of desires all bound in
A shroud of ever present:
One curls around pillows and the world
Is tossed between day and night.
(No winding sheets can hold
dreams that seek their level.)
Oh God is it a dream imagined
Or the Now in her finery
Set out to deceive?
One is a dream too real for this hollow globe
On which fate must decide one way or other.
The other is a gleam that must shimmer or
grow dim with each hour lost in
a dust storm that has strayed from its appointed path.
Athwart awake and asleep
Feeling or thought over
Which state is real or false?