Face.Your.Dream.Self

The way a dream is broken
The moment the sleeper knows he is sleeping.
-Jorge Borges

A dream does not like being controlled
It has the temperament of a child
Just like man doesn’t like to be veered
Into a sphere of emotional discomfort
Where he is unable to coexist
With his suppressed fears
Therefore he expresses them
Therefore he is eaten
No longer himself
But still walking in his body
Writing in his body
Making love in his body
He is unable to reconnect with what he loves most in himself
And is therefore forever lost
At the coordinate of stubbornness
aligned with webbed beads of tears
He stands-
found.
With his back
to the potential
of his
dream self
he starves alive
his knowledge
his only pride
unable to fall into the trance
of dream
where life comes to life!
dream comes to dream!
self comes to self
and like attracts like.
- Just Be.