Beautiful Dreamer

I went to the past in a dream

I had this morning…one of

those dreams where it seems

like you’re actually there.

It was a beautiful dream…

the details aren’t important.

I woke up refreshed, a fresh

start to my old life.

“So what?” I hear myself 

saying to myself.

At least my subconscious is

not troubled by the things of

this world, this dream we call

our lives.

We are dreaming, you know…

our lives are a very real illusion,

a magic trick we believe in.

The Buddhists say so, Feynman,

the physicist, says so…

we add beliefs to our belief in

our lives and get lost in thinking

we know.

Taking sides and fighting wars

over false assumptions.

For what it’s worth, no one is right

if everybody’s wrong.

All our evolution hasn’t gotten us

past mistaken identity,

the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.

I’m fortunate that the truth of illusion

is embedded in my mind.