Do the Dead Dream?
I had one, a vivid dream.
Born to noble parents, just as in my past birth,
In a humble family, as a child among many.
At a tender age, delving into the spiritual wild,
Seeking a guru's embrace, a place to be beguiled.
Full of happiness, leaving worries far behind,
I stumbled upon a cave, its secrets intertwined.
Within lay an empty temple, devoid of stones,
Beside a waterfall, where serenity hones.
In meditation's embrace, I found my reprieve,
Witnessing past lives, struggles, and dreams weave.
Slowly, I reached a steady plane,
In bliss, nothing existed, no pain.
I knew I reached the finale's glow,
In the realm of dreams, where souls eternally flow.
Dr. SV Prabhath
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