“Oh P! You listening to me or what? Please don’t tell me it is another of your visions..” Ms.S screams into my ear. I suddenly hop into the “real” world from which I had made an exit without any permission just a few mins back.. into a world of my own.. into a world where I rule.. and where I see and predict the future.. where I derive happiness even in solitude.. where I can be me , not that I am not otherwise..
The sheer ecstasy of having to let your mind wander to the farthest limits and explore! capture the wildest fantasies is an amazing feeling. And words can never take the privilege of describing a feeling as powerful as that one!
The power in a dream!
I cling onto them.. not wanting to let go.. not wanting to be. Like what Langston Hughes said –
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
I was just reading through a few 4-liners on dreams by Sri Chinmoy. I don’t really read a lot of literature that is philosophical but if something catches my itnerest, I am very open to it. Dreams have always fascinated me. Why we dream? What do we dream of? Why do we forget our dreams (esp. those at night) ? What does a dream mean? And so on and so forth.
So these lines. I happened to come across it by chance. What I have come to believe is that each dream is a creation. It could be a conscious aspiration or an unconscious one. The creation of an idea.. a concept. Every aspiration takes us to the world of desire and every iota of aspiration also expedites the arrival of realization. And this aspiration-life enters into our realization-life or vice versa , so that our aspiration-life becomes perfect for the awakening of our physical reality and blossoming of our soul-reality , which is within us and for us.
A dream is a creation. A dream is a disguised reality. And any disguised reality can not remain in disguise always. It purifies our mind and offers dynamism to whatever we do. It leads to awakening. The ability to dream is probably one of the best gifts that we are endowed with. It really does not matter what you are dreaming about as long as you are dreaming, after all , dreaming unleashes the “you” and presto! You are a winged bird! Free!! Free to create, free to turn it all into reality.
Having said all that, I still cant put in words the joy that I experience when I am just dreaming.. And here I would like to quote some beautiful lines by Edgar Allan Poe –
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
‘Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
‘Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright
I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
‘Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
Simple lines. Not much fancy literature. But so very wonderful. I wish I could get Ms.S to see what all this is about. But alas! She has already managed to get me to the canteen with me having made the exit and entry once again.
P.S. I won’t be surprised if you find this boring. I get can very weird at times 🙂 But there are certain people, events, concepts and objects in life that really scream for your attention. Mine is a huge list. Have any of you wodnered about something? And what do you feel? Would love to know ! 🙂