Reality! Dream! Truth!

Once upon a time, In a city with no crime,

Wandered there a beggar, In dire need of a dime.

He went from door to door, Alas! Ill luck in store, Some called him rotten scoundrel, Few called him a bloody bore.

It was illegal they said, To stretch out your hand,

For begging is a crime As per the law of the land.

You could just ask for alms When you hear your belly growl,

All you need is to find Yourself an earthen bowl.

And so he went to the potter Who played with grog and clay,

But was denied a bowl, For he had zilch to pay.

The bile rushed to his bed, His mouth tasted bitter. And then he found a bowl, Just lying in the litter.

Weeping tears of joy, He began to cry and sing,

But then the dream just ended, He found he was a king.

He sat upon his head, And then began to wonder,

If this was all a dream, Or real, he sat to ponder.

Disillusion found its roots, The doubts began to fester,

And so the royal pupil Went begging to his master.

Which is the Truth, o Lord? Pray to tell me the answer.

This fear has plagued my mind, It's no less than cancer.

"Neither," said the Seer. "And you have nothing to fear

For you are still asleep, It's time to wake up dear."

"This knowledge that I give Is all yours to take.

Only in the mortal world That we think we make."

"Over this reality is Yon realm of dream,

Where ideas come to fruition, And mind reigns supreme."

"You live a thousand lives And die a thousand deaths,

Time and space don't matter When you slumber in breaths."

"Beyond all shapes and sizes, No matter big or small,

We are all pans and pots, Of the same earthen ball."

"The world was never created In millennia or in a day,

It is only the Self, Whose nature is to play.