Dreams!! dreams!!! it is quite an act tht everyone has a right to and everyone makes use of everyone posses the talent to make use of. Qualifying for the best used rescourse of the world i think. "EVERY ONE DREAMS". If u look at it there has to be more then 100 billion dreams floating in our world swarming, chasing (Some fast, some slow, some strong, some not), crashing into each other, and all of a distinct manner in which they were prespired, from many lumps that still mortal and so many yet to come and so many that came. can u imagine how many thoughts have been let out into this swollen universe, i doubt if one day the atmosphere will explode because it will not be able to hold dreams on to the expansion just like one day the world will have no space for it will be over crowded, and wht happens then? Since we might exist and then inevitably cease to exist bt our dreams do not die they live, they do not age, they conquer : imortality. wander through the ages until one day they find another such cloud wid a similar dream (most probably a brother or sister or someone belong to the same family of dreams but definately not in-laws, then they cant sit on one cloud!!) and then join hands peacefully and chat and when they get tired of chatting, they fall down as rain.
Multiludes have thought about it, spoken about it, written about it, slept over it, lived for it, died for it, sung for it, composed for it, fought over it, had lunches and dinners over it, and they have remained a basic momento of every mortal. They have subsisted in our sub-coscience, sub- unconsciense, unconsciense, conscience, here, there, now, forever, everywhere, like this, like that. But every now and then they evolve : like any and every thing that exists either living or non-living or supernatural. The only thing is they do not age, they grow but not old. They are wht is left of us after us : "A Dream!!". We were a dream and we shall return to a dream once and for all, but tht does has no relevense here(We will talk about that somewhere else).
Can u excogitate a cloud with dreams talking amongst themselves, floating, flying way up high and way too low, through us sometimes and at other times watching over us, laughing at us, crying for us, sympathysing! It is here when some of them are floating through us that we can match its frequency (to be talking in scientific terms) and that we begin to understand its understanding. It is here that we infuse with the knowledge of wisdom and our past and of everything else.
What i would like to state is, in all these dreams and everything that is concerned with it, there is a sublime tranquility, a normality beyond reckoning, yet we blind fish, are so obscured by this reality that we forge a different or rather lethal perspective of such an extravagant tissue of understanding and swell with so much ego and pride, that even these languid dreams fabricate into much sordid deeds. "Deeds - an act comitted by a person acording to his understanding of right". But then one man's right is not another man's right aswell, we do not assume when it comes to deeds, it is not ficticious, it is real, as real as me and you. Everything done is done for a dream, assumably not a nightmare, jst a simple dream. And here we stand today with our own dreams, individual as any other, living inside us, feeding us with courage and the lust to walk on, and grab. But no dream is as blind as us, no it is not, and i will say again, it is not!! Dreams dnt show us ways, they show us goals, they show us clouds that they had sat on, and in our greed to fly and hover like that cloud, most of us devour other's of there dreams. Why this sullen phantom of us? why not a crawling snake that can teach itself yoga and imagine to fly and be evrywhere at the same moment and enjoy more then we can; by slaughter instead of love.
We! us! all of us belong to that part of the food chain where we dont feed on the flesh of our own species, and look around you. I think i do not need to write what i want to say because you can not only see the truth around but also feel what i am trying to write. We are dead from the moment we are born, one way or the other. Yet we kill and malfunction more of killing (let us not call it dream, let us call it a malfunction. i would not want to degrade the word dream by using it here). Even more, we have scared everything off, we are scared of ourselves, of everyone walking around you, everything is scared around you and runs away when we aproach. The animals have disapeared, some are hiding, the rest, dead. Every now and then when a person stands against these deeds with an invariably cosmic dream, he is assasinated! And now is the moment when everyone is caling for peace, look how cannibalistic we have become that we are fighting for peace. It is like killing your own father who loved you all his life and taught you to do the right with non-violence. Such beauty! we are ready to kill and cause disharmony for peace.
Do you know why so many of them are floating and dont come down unless ofcourse in rain, when again they fly back, because we scare them off as well. We have scared away our sacred possesion : dream. I remember my fellow friends calling out for answers, they lack imagination, they lack dreams coz they cant touch them anymore all of them are too high. let us enjoy this present. We are so advanced that we have killed our own dreams.It is so neat, so fine, i wonder if we will be able to call them back again. The most that will happen is when most of us realise what has happened they will build a great monument or if they can catch hold of any, keep them in a zoo for empty skulls to come and be amazed and imagine how it would feel to have them inside one's self. But that is one of the myriad possibilities.
And my dear derams they will keep floating if nothing happens. they will keep wandering gayly around everywhere and nowhere. Be whatever they can be and i am here bt absent for i dnt have a dream, the price i have paid for being born in the 22nd century. Welcome to the age of fanatics and brutality .I am hungry and through my window i can see a beautiful yellow cloud with a pitious expresion and my neighbour's father, walking in the grass, and i see in his pocket; a big fat wallet!!! TIME FOR FOOD!!!
Multiludes have thought about it, spoken about it, written about it, slept over it, lived for it, died for it, sung for it, composed for it, fought over it, had lunches and dinners over it, and they have remained a basic momento of every mortal. They have subsisted in our sub-coscience, sub- unconsciense, unconsciense, conscience, here, there, now, forever, everywhere, like this, like that. But every now and then they evolve : like any and every thing that exists either living or non-living or supernatural. The only thing is they do not age, they grow but not old. They are wht is left of us after us : "A Dream!!". We were a dream and we shall return to a dream once and for all, but tht does has no relevense here(We will talk about that somewhere else).
Can u excogitate a cloud with dreams talking amongst themselves, floating, flying way up high and way too low, through us sometimes and at other times watching over us, laughing at us, crying for us, sympathysing! It is here when some of them are floating through us that we can match its frequency (to be talking in scientific terms) and that we begin to understand its understanding. It is here that we infuse with the knowledge of wisdom and our past and of everything else.
What i would like to state is, in all these dreams and everything that is concerned with it, there is a sublime tranquility, a normality beyond reckoning, yet we blind fish, are so obscured by this reality that we forge a different or rather lethal perspective of such an extravagant tissue of understanding and swell with so much ego and pride, that even these languid dreams fabricate into much sordid deeds. "Deeds - an act comitted by a person acording to his understanding of right". But then one man's right is not another man's right aswell, we do not assume when it comes to deeds, it is not ficticious, it is real, as real as me and you. Everything done is done for a dream, assumably not a nightmare, jst a simple dream. And here we stand today with our own dreams, individual as any other, living inside us, feeding us with courage and the lust to walk on, and grab. But no dream is as blind as us, no it is not, and i will say again, it is not!! Dreams dnt show us ways, they show us goals, they show us clouds that they had sat on, and in our greed to fly and hover like that cloud, most of us devour other's of there dreams. Why this sullen phantom of us? why not a crawling snake that can teach itself yoga and imagine to fly and be evrywhere at the same moment and enjoy more then we can; by slaughter instead of love.
We! us! all of us belong to that part of the food chain where we dont feed on the flesh of our own species, and look around you. I think i do not need to write what i want to say because you can not only see the truth around but also feel what i am trying to write. We are dead from the moment we are born, one way or the other. Yet we kill and malfunction more of killing (let us not call it dream, let us call it a malfunction. i would not want to degrade the word dream by using it here). Even more, we have scared everything off, we are scared of ourselves, of everyone walking around you, everything is scared around you and runs away when we aproach. The animals have disapeared, some are hiding, the rest, dead. Every now and then when a person stands against these deeds with an invariably cosmic dream, he is assasinated! And now is the moment when everyone is caling for peace, look how cannibalistic we have become that we are fighting for peace. It is like killing your own father who loved you all his life and taught you to do the right with non-violence. Such beauty! we are ready to kill and cause disharmony for peace.
Do you know why so many of them are floating and dont come down unless ofcourse in rain, when again they fly back, because we scare them off as well. We have scared away our sacred possesion : dream. I remember my fellow friends calling out for answers, they lack imagination, they lack dreams coz they cant touch them anymore all of them are too high. let us enjoy this present. We are so advanced that we have killed our own dreams.It is so neat, so fine, i wonder if we will be able to call them back again. The most that will happen is when most of us realise what has happened they will build a great monument or if they can catch hold of any, keep them in a zoo for empty skulls to come and be amazed and imagine how it would feel to have them inside one's self. But that is one of the myriad possibilities.
And my dear derams they will keep floating if nothing happens. they will keep wandering gayly around everywhere and nowhere. Be whatever they can be and i am here bt absent for i dnt have a dream, the price i have paid for being born in the 22nd century. Welcome to the age of fanatics and brutality .I am hungry and through my window i can see a beautiful yellow cloud with a pitious expresion and my neighbour's father, walking in the grass, and i see in his pocket; a big fat wallet!!! TIME FOR FOOD!!!
