Dream

If you awaken from this illusion And you understand that black implies white, self implies other Life implies death or shall I say death implies life You can feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world Not as something here on probation Not as something that has arrived here by fluke But you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental What you are basically Deep, deep down, far, far in Is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself So, say in Hindu mythology They say that the world is the drama of God God is not something in Hindu mythology with a white beard That sits on a throne and that has royal prerogatives God in Indian mythology is the self Satcitananda, which means Sat, that which is Cit, that which is consciousness That which is ananda is bliss And in other words What exists, reality itself, is gorgeous It is the plenum, the fullness of total joy Wow-wee And all those stars if you look out in the sky A firework display like you see on the Fourth of July Which is a great occasion for celebration The universe is a celebration It's a firework show to celebrate that existence is Wow-wee And then they say, but, however There's no point just sustaining bliss Let's suppose that you were able, every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream And that you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time Or any length of time you wanted to have And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams You would fulfill all your wishes You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each You would say, "Well, that was pretty great" But now let's, um, let's have a surprise Let's have a dream which isn't under control Where something is gonna happen to me that I don't know what it's gonna be And you would dig that and would come out of that and you would say "Wow, that was a close shave, wasn't it?" Then you would get more and more adventurous And you would make further and further-out gambles as to what you would dream And finally, you would dream where you are now You would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today That would be within the infinite multiplicity of choices you would have Of playing that you weren't God Because the whole nature of the godhead According to this idea, is to play that he is not The first thing he says to himself is, "Man, get lost" Because he gives himself away The nature of love is self-abandonment Not clinging to one's self Throwing yourself out, as in for example in basketball You're always getting rid of the ball You say to the other fellow, "Have a ball" See, and uh, that-that keeps things moving That's the nature of life So in this idea then, everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality Not God in a politically kingly sense But god in the sense of being the self The deep-down basic whatever there is And you're all that, only you're pretending you're not