Dreams...

The dreams are not equal,

but the dreamer is one.

I am the insect, I am the poet - in dream.

But in reality I am neither.

I am beyond all dreams.

I am the light in which all dreams appear and disappear.

I am both inside and outside the dream.

Just as a man having a headache knows the ache and also knows that he is not the ache, so do I know the dream,

myself dreaming and myself not dreaming - all at the same time.

I am what I am before, during and after the dream.

But what I see in dream,

I am not...


Nisargadatta..