Everything is a dream,

The good and bad,

It’s just my imagining.

Who you are 

Is my perception.

Dreams are made 

Of wishes, still, 

They’re all the same.

The question being

Do we want to sleep? 

Or are we brave enough 

To be awakened? 

Fear manifests every illusion.

It’s the substance of all clouds.

What we perceive 

In the mist ahead 

Reflects our thoughts 

Not yet forgiven.

Determine to see 

The sameness of everything 

Regardless of its sweet or bitter taste.

Let go of every judgement

To allow the release to come.

Freedom fills us,

Arriving on cat’s feet 

To set our hearts free 

And afire,

As we are lifted 

Onto the shoulders 

Of a Savior 

We never saw coming.