Your real presence
Is the absence of the phenomena
That you see
For your existence
Is prior
To any manifestation
And any experience you have
Is not real
For you are not
The shadow
Of the dreamed universe
But the true reality
That has existed
Even before the senses
Yet, every object that appears
Is you
The shining void
That Knows Itself
As the pure, radiant emptiness
Within all that is
The stainless translucency
In the arch
Of the rainbow,
The starry floor of the cosmos,
The seed of silence in its awakening
And the light of awareness
That bathes in the eternal Dawn
AsIDream 