You the dreamer... Wake up

What is supernatural
What is so ordinary
What is so pleasurable
What could not be so

What could be more unbelievable
Than the fact that for no reason
I wake up again and again
To do things that will get removed by time

What else could be possible oh Lord
Than the reason that I exist
Is for Your pleasure
While I remain the dream and You the dreamer

What could possibly be the reason
That I suppose I am free
And play this role of a seeker
While You oblivious to my pain dream on as me

Oh Lord! Wake up as the four armed
Wake up as the One wearing the snake on Thy neck
Change this dream to play your games
May this dream body of Yours be fit to work Thy plans

What else could possibly be the reason
For me to wake up but to submit this false free will
To Thy service to Thy games
Oh Lord! I remain... I remain Thy dream .. Wake up

I am....

Sat Chit Ananda

The moon and the mind

You wake me up
In the middle of the night
Shining bright on my face
For this one night in full

Borrowed is Thy Light
That shines down on me
Yet bright and lovely You are
Like this mind I call me

This too is borrowed
The thought that tries to speak
The same light that hallows you
The same One that cannot be spoken about

I am these thoughts that emerge
From the screen of the mind
Like a projector He streams
Not judging not controlling

Like you who waxes and wanes
My mind peaks and drops
To levels I choose not to reveal
Yet the same Light is He who lights me

I behold oh moon Thy beauty
I pray to the Light That reveals us
To shine through my mind always
Always so that I may be bright as you oh full moon

This thought that speaks of You Oh Lord
Is but Thy light shining through
Yet I have no way of being You
For I see me as an entity other than You

Make me see Your Truth
Make my mind clear as crystal
Make these words speak Thy name alone
May my mind be in the moment which is only You

Sat Chit Ananda

Death of the world

The bed on which I sleep
Is dead wood
The ground I tread
Is volcanic matter
The world as I see it
Is just a recreation
As electrical pulses in my head
The identity of the I that speaks now
Is just an illusion of memory

Where from this journey
where to this path
Where are the Gods
Who maketh my hopes
When all there is is just thoughts

This thing called hope
And love and faith
These words used loosely
To claim and embrace
My work and thoughts for
Years in pain what for I ask
Cause its just another pulse within

Loss of things and hope we speak
Things that pain and hurt within
Love and faith that make sense to live
Shall change and let nature prevail

The world is ruthless and hard as it is
The now is changing every cell that is
Certain is change as death for that mind
That holds these thoughts as itself in I

Where then is love or hate or faith
For all that is is change and flux
So I hold on to sanity and remain
Watchful of this change as my God within

These meaningless words can't touch
The realm of that which changes not
For if that change-less exists
It exists as that existence consciousness infinite

Sat chit Ananda