Beneath the veil of restless thought,
Where dreams persist, yet truth is not,
There lies a realm beyond the stream,
No shadowed tale, no fleeting dream.
Here, the self dissolves away,
No night, no dawn, no break of day.
The threads of “I” unweave, unwind,
No tethered past, no future blind.
In stillness vast, the oneness calls,
A silent home where no voice falls.
No pebble’s ache, no aching name,
No separateness to fan love’s flame.
Yet love is felt—an endless whole,
Not carved by flesh, nor shaped by soul.
It flows, unseen, within this space,
Unmeasured time, unbounded grace.
And when you wake from sleep’s embrace,
The world returns, its weary face.
But softer now, its edges blurred,
Reality’s weight no longer heard.
For deep within, the echo stays,
A glimpse of home through waking haze.
Not escape, but a gift anew,
The oneness whispers: I am you.