Dreams are filled with inspiration, I close my eyes and see inside myself. Dreams are life's way of showing us to enhance our imagination.
The world we live in is a story unfolding before our very eyes, like a pop-up book of fairy tales and ghost stories from the land of never, never.
Where my dreams of reality stay suspended in equilibrium requiem.
Religious concepts of ideology, the truth about god and the human advancement of technology, in the path of insight I found a spiritual awakening and true enlightenment, in the perception of Buddhist philosophy.
I close my mind to the influences of the outside world, as I reflect on the out come of identity. The truth is reason, and the unreasonable is false prophecy that is written in the scriptures of time. Dreams are filled with inspiration, I close my eyes; and see myself for who I am, for where I am in life's grand scheme.
I keep my stars in a box marked solar system and have a Mala of milky ways hung around my neck. So that a part of my soul is always near the universe. There my dreams, my perceptions of reality stays suspended in equilibrium requiem.
