Floating through time
I live in a dream
endlessly moving
in pursuit of the awakening

The people I meet
the things I do
are but strokes a the brush
painting the canvas in my dream

Dreaming I go on
earnestly hoping
that somewhere down the line
the last stroke would ne stuck

For then the bells would toll
the dream would be dreamt
the awakening would have come
and I will be born !

-- murali

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