Dreamer

To sleep, perchance to dream of a thousand

worlds and a thousand faces.

Is the dream more real than the dreamer?

The dreamer, like a spider, spins the dream

in patterns beautiful from its own substance

and yet knows it not.

Remember oh dreamer that all dreams must

end with the coming of the dawn.

In the glow of dawn silken threads of dreams

become illumined and transparent.

Arise, awake, oh dreamer of dreams. The time

of sleeping has passed.

Rise fully into knowledge and glory eternal.

The dream was your own creation in the sleep

of unknowing. In the dawn of knowing, dreams

fade as shadows before the sun.

Arise, Awake, oh dreamer of dreams, the time

of sleeping has passed.