Why am I so restless…
Why my thoughts are never serene.
The non tranquil mind of mine never seeks peace nor the body…
The sleeps are dreamy that is a joy,
But it breaks like a little boy.
Humans can’t let them flatter and sublimate to satisfaction,
They change their dreams like clothes…
But are their dreams true?
Do they make truce?
Or are they dreaming in their soberness?
These dreams are mere expectations…
But my dreams are dreamy…
They combine my self with my consciousness and to my sleep.
Thus I can find the peace.
The uneasiness is that I didn’t have that sleep…
So my body is at a steep…
To prevent, is falling from the dream
And thus she shakes and trembles in her awareness like a scream.
Because she can’t be thrived in the unsteady…
Hence they come briskly at me together in my days as a flea.
Then I whittle down me and reach for them all together…
And now I am
Behaving like the catcher of the material dream.
I have to allow them to flow…
Let go.
They shall never to attack me together…
But fill me up with joy
And
Absolute freedom.
