Reality
The one….
स्वप्ने मनसा आकासं दीव्यत्यपरेण तेजसा। यथा हि स्वप्नदृष्टं सुषुप्तो भूत्वा प्रबुध्यते।
Svapne manasā ākāsaṃ dīvyatyapareṇa tejasā. Yathā hi svapnadṛṣṭaṃ suṣupto bhūtvā prabudhyate.
— Mandukya Upanishad, 1.11
In the dream state, the mind recreates the experiences of waking life, with its own light. But upon awakening, the unreal nature of those dreams becomes clear.
I can see colors; I am not blind.
The sky is so red, and clouds are purple, and rivers so green they even provide shade to fishes.
The trees are yellow, as if autumn is summer, monsoon, winter, and spring.
From the red sky,
Colorful air is falling, and rain is breezing through cities, and in this, I wake up.
Droplets are knocking on my walls.
I walk outside my television and find some trees warm blue.
As I move with four wheels beneath me, I run towards reality.
I slip on an apple peel, and gravity pulls me in; the earth calls me closer.
Roads are wet with paint, and the walls of buildings are soaked with water.
I splash my face in paint—maybe the wind is colorful too.
And I stand up, looking down at myself in the paint.
In the paint, I see me, and in me, I see you,
And every other ‘you’ that exists.
And you are just a silhouette—a silhouette of yesterday—
Waking up to another airfall with snow breezes.
In my world, I find everyone in me, as silhouettes, each of its own color.
Today,
I bring all of them together to make a silhouette of white,
And I want to hide myself in my space,
To become one with reality.
And never to wake up again…
यस्तु सर्वाणि भूतानि आत्मन्येवानुपश्यति। सर्वभूतेषु चात्मानं ततो न विजुगुप्सते॥
Yastu sarvāṇi bhūtāni ātmanyevānupaśyati, Sarvabhūteṣu cātmānaṃ tato na vijugupsate.
— Isha Upanishad, 6
He who sees all beings in the Self, and the Self in all beings, feels no hatred by virtue of that realization.
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