The Dreamweaver

I walk through my life as if through a dream

And in my dreams I see things normally unseen,

In my waking days I only see aggression,
But when I close my eyes I feel deeper connections
In my waking hours I strive to acquire,
But at night I know what I truly require

In the light I hoard material possessions,
Strive that in this I achieve perfection,
And turn all my works into pointless obsession,
To serve well my masters,
To get more remuneration,
I do all the things,

Which I have been told
And I hide inside
The feeling I hold
So I get more cash
To spend when I’m bored
And spend my days in peace

Until I am old.

But at night I live in a different reality
When I see all the world as a single entity.
I strive just to be, and to know, and to feel
Everything which at day I see as surreal
In a thought’s worth of time
I live an eternity
And in the blackness of night
I know infinity.
In the deepest void I see all of creation;
A meticulous web weaved of endless perfection
In a singular fractal of continuous replication
With minute changes to local dispersion
Creating countless waves of extreme variation
In the universal fabric of temporal progression.

With my eyes I see humankind in all its diversity
Ripped apart by faith, culture or ethnicity
In constant conflict over land and property
Inflamed by a distorted sense of morality
Maintained by men who try
To protect their prosperity
By perverting  the values at the heart of society
And stripping away the Earth’s biodiversity

But when I close my eye  I see wonders untold,
I feel on my skin the breath of the world,
I feel all life of Earth pulsating as one,
Bathed in the endless song of the sun.

I see our race freed from its infantile scars
And spreading its wings among unknown stars.
All passions of the past, the wars, the hostility,
Transformed into love, understanding and unity.
Through all the mysteries not yet understood
They are bound to a common sense of brotherhood
And in a common sense of human morality
They share their different cultures and cherish diversity.

I dream of the dreams such people might hold
And I dream of the dreams of the people of old.
In my dreams all these dreams hold a special connection
That they all strive to dream of the human perfection
Of the purpose of life and our place in creation.

I dream of more dreams that will show me a way
To lift all the veils which lead me astray
And bring light to my darkness and night to my day.