The dreams I get, the light I see when I get these dreams... they keep moving, sometimes towards me and sometimes away. I keep seeing this light, it is becoming dim, no it's bright now. The vision was gloomy, it is getting focussed. Am I still dreaming or am I seeing others dream?

The mind is open to question, not what it sees outwardly but... what it sees inside. The essential inner being, the inner person, the inner us, the inner reality.

Poverty Strikes

When the means do not meet the ends, my imagination conquers unimaginable horizons. What is left over is the body lying flat eyes gazing at a meaningless corner and the mind not realising the reality, taking a break tries leaping into a more fertile pitch, where gravity is less. What are you doing - flying about with an unknown force, held by invisible strings. Which can pull you down to earth. Strings which can tie your likes, your wants. The pull can be devastating, transforming you into a capsule with cutting edges slowly encroaching you. What do you do? Your vision is blindfolded your hands tied. Is there a ray of hope to break the capsule of reality which wants more than you can afford. Why is ithappening? What is it? Is there a way out. Can they breathe again?