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Thoughts

Morning

Dream warnings

And images

Vanish with the sun

The day has begun

I turn to the day's tasks

It's a housecleaning day

Which I find satisfying

Cleaning all of the dishes

Running the washer and dryer

Hanging up the clothes in order

Outside I trim the garden border

In the late afternoon it's time for tea

A voice from the dream realm returns to me,

"All of these things, ev'rything that you see

Resembles the sand cast up from the sea,

Shifting, changing, without stability,

Like smoke in the air, leaves falling from a tree,

This is their inevitable destiny,

They will soon be gone even from memory,

But there is one thing which never disappears,

It transcends all our sorrows, transcends all our fears,

Finding this realm means the cessation of all tears,

It is accessed through the door of the infinite heart;

Turning to the formless is how we begin, how we start,

It is the path of beauty from which we must not depart,

Is is found in the stillness at the center of the storm,

It is found in the silence before anything was formed,

Before there was day, before there was night, before any thing,

There exists the grace-filled song of silence that eternity sings."