Poem: Two dreams, two realms
In the land of logic
No one speaks the language of my dreams
Everyone is counting numbers in their dreams
When the voice of the spirit (Silence) is the material of my dream
Money is the hard shell of their material pursuits
I find amusement in assembling my inner being
And they are delighted by the sophisticated fabric of materialism
I have visited the mysterious realm of the spirit
To fetch my mystical spells
They have visited the template of wealth (logic)
To create the foundation of their dreams
I drank from the oasis of Silence
To open the curtain of tranquillity within my inner being
They have travelled to the most exotic places
To wallow in their man-made world of dreams
Sitting in the realm of emptiness, I am absorbed by nothingness
Sitting in the abundance of material wealth, they are intoxicated
I am a dreamer inside the vastness of consciousness
They are dreamers inside the confined space of physical reality
It’s not my dream I am worried about
In my dream I have found the fibre of my being
In my dream I have tasted the tranquillity of the spirit
In my dream I am fully clothed with the garment of Love
It’s their dream that gives me sleepless nights
It’s the delicious taste of money that is full of venom
Their dream is an injection of the most potent dose of selfishness
© Kenneth Maswabi
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