And what a beautiful dream I am dreaming!

A multitude of beings dance beside one another in a world of fleeting bubbles that vanish like ghosts before the piercing gaze of no one looking. Individualities separate from one another, fighting for their freedom in a sky of expressions always free to fight or to conquer their dreams in peace.

What is more real than this dream I am dreaming? What lies beyond this delight of illusions that come and go? And how much more real would that beyond be, the one that fills my dreams while I live dissatisfied with this reality I am dreaming now?

No insomnia, no nightmares, no cramps, no sleepwalking. Nothing stops my dreaming. Nothing stops my waking either. In the midst of my struggles and my dreams I open my eyes so that my gaze may pierce the world and my dance may be one. Awake, I keep dreaming, because dreaming awake is the reality I am dreaming now.

And what a marvelous dream I am waking up to!