What I Learnt From My Lucid Dreams Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

On so many nights
Dreams came to visit
Sneaking into our minds
In the middle of our sleep
Sometimes in the wee hours of the night
To whisper to us
To unveil the mystery of life

Yet, we remain skeptical
Not convinced by the persistent presence of dreams
Not moved by the stories told by our dreams
We remain stubborn in our beliefs
Convinced that dreams are an illusion
A restless brain or a biological event

Dreams have tried in so many ways
To give us a peep into the other dimensions
To unveil our true nature
To show us the way
To protect us
To save us
To warn us
To strengthen us

Dreams are our Souls' only channel of existence
Intruding in our well-kept physical reality
Bulldozing our scientifically approved definition of life
Our Souls are eager to connect with us
To reveal the limitations of our physical bodies
To unveil our true nature

Yet, we refuse to listen
We are happy to listen to science
Trashing dreams
Denying us of all the critical lessons
Robbing us of our true selves
We are half alive without dreams