Dreams And Death Unveiled Poem by Kali Kaivalya

OPENING REFLECTION


We often trust what we see—

Yet in dreaming, the waking world fades into fiction,

And when we wake, the dream dissolves like mist.

Each state feels real while we are in it,

But unreal when we step beyond it.



So too with life and death.

At birth, death is forgotten.

In death, birth loses meaning.



What, then, is real?

Only that which remains untouched by change—

beyond the illusions of beginning and end.





POEM - THE PLAY OF MAYA


The dream dissolves

The moment we awaken —

its truths, its fears,

its joys —

all vanish like mist.



Yet in the dream,

This waking life feels distant,

unreal,

like a memory

not fully born.



So, it is with death —

When birth takes form,

Death becomes a story

no longer believed.

And in death,

Birth is just a ripple

in a forgotten stream.



Maya moves

between these shifting states —

dream and waking,

birth and dying —

a dancer veiled

In changing light.



But ‘One' remains,

untouched by the dance.

The Witness.

The Stillness.

The Real.



CLOSING REFLECTION


All states — waking and dream, birth and death —

are passing waves upon the ocean of Consciousness.

They rise and fall within Maya's play,

appearing real, then vanishing into silence.



But beneath them, unmoved and eternal,

is the One who witnesses it all —

The Self beyond change,

The Truth beyond illusion,

The light in which all shadows dance.



To know 'That' is to awaken.

From every dream.