reality, conditioned
like a farmer’s field
growing dreams
we feed ourselves and others
mind falling in love with itself
forsakes reality
for maya’s magical spell
faces, only what we see
not what lies beneath them
so sweet, so natural
each sip, intoxicating
each illusion, giving birth to others
each dream spins into the next
then
mastering all forms of illusion
the magician inside us falls prey
to his own tricks
no way out, he dies
everything shifts
the cart topples
we fall out, naked
stripped of illusion
finally reality appears
Note: This poem embodies the concepts of nonduality,
maya (illusion) and spiritual awakening from the Upanishads,
which are ancient Vedic texts, discussing Hindu philosophy
dealing with the nature of the universe and soul.
Poetic Alchemist 
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THat depicted Maya very well. All is Maya according to a certain Hindu Stream of thought
“…finally reality appears…”
nice Don…
I have been out of the blog world for a while… busy readying for the big move… on Monday!!!
Lovely poetry Don… hope you are well! and thanks for you well wishes on Dan’s site!
reality or illusion… what do we know… until, as yu say, we fall out naked
Thanks Dan, Floots, and Pat.
(Note: Pat obviously KNOWS its Friday!!! Thank you Pat).
Nice weekend to everyone.
I have fallen out naked several times in life, and reality ain’t a pretty sight!!
malleable stuff this reality
which (as you say) makes it difficult to recognise at times
cheers
Oh yes!