Poem May 26, 1945 Issue

Dreamer, Awaken

FLORA PHILLIPS MC KINLEY

We dream at night-time, and our dreams
Are hurried, harried travels, misconceived
From daytime's actualities.
Our worries chase us, and we grieve
For something never happened. Oh, it seems
We taste the dregs and all life's lees.
But why?
Oh, glad awakening! There is no reason why.
No cause is here, no truth, no substance, and no power.
The dream has hurt us nowhere. We remain secure.
Nor ever left our dwelling place, our home.
Illusions all—no terror chased us and
No separation grieved. The pain within the flesh
Was one as false as was the other.
The dreamed-up flesh was never man, and nothing happened here.
Ah, blessed reprieve—and what a lesson learned!
It seemed so real until we shook ourselves awake.
How oft we dream—with eyes wide open,
With eyes that, seeing, see not—mesmerized
From listening to error's propaganda.
Let us arise and shake ourselves,
And as the harried one, emerging from the tombs, be found
Sitting clothed in Truth, and in our rightful Mind.

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