Am I the dreamer or the dreamed?

I close my eyes and drift
into a dark abyss, into a dark chaos.
Sleep is familiar, so I am not afraid
to dissolve into the unknown wilderness,
the vast ocean of non-existence.

A while later, as if in a dream,
another being arises,
out of the ashes of oblivion,
assuming a new form, a new identity.

With the golden rays of dawn
There is a dissolution. It happens again
And again, and again – every single day!
Sleep is familiar, so I am not afraid.

But the question always remains-
Am I the dreamer or the dreamed?

[This beautiful poem was written by my sister. Many more such beautiful poems are at http://perpetuated.blogspot.com/]

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