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A DREAM by Jasmine Kang

Growing up I often found myself asking philosophical questions…

“Who am I? Where do I belong? What am I doing here?” and so on. I would look in the mirror and see myself, but the mirror would only reflect one aspect of who I was.

At the same time, the reflection in the mirror also opened up another door to a sense of self that brings everything else together, reminding me that I am who I am. Reminding me that I have my own duty to perform and my own life to live. I have to live for what I am. Life is that door for expression, and I hold the key. And you hold the key to your own life. It's up to you what you want to do with it.

And so, we view the world though the glasses of our mental experiences. The world may be real or appear “real”, but our perception of it causes us to lose sight of ourselves. We get caught on with this illusion. It is like wearing rose tinted glasses.

Life is like a dream in which we are merely the dreamers, like marionettes pulled up and down by strings. I often ask myself if I am a mere puppet or if I lead my own life. Yet while this world tries to pull me down, it is only when I awaken that I realize I had been dreaming, and all the imaginary figments I perceived with my eyes cease to be.
"To Be Yours and The Sea's" by Madalena

A Dream

Could it be that this is a dream?
Could it be that this is a dream within a dream?
If you cease to exist,
Then it would all be a dream, 
But if you exist in that dream, you are. 

This world is only a mere particle of the Whole 
For what is thought to be
Is no more than an abstraction of what is. 
See the shadows play before you. 
They are from One Source. 

Still we are looking. 
Still it feels as if something is incomplete. 
So where would you go
To escape from the world
To find what you are looking for? 

You wear those colored glasses
Hiding behind an image not yours.
So hide away under that mask.
Escape where you can.
You are still here, though. 

This world is always trying to pull you in. 
Stand through it all. You cannot lose.
The world is just a blur hiding what is
Like hues of the coming day, there are so many mirages!
What belongs to one, but the self!? 

There is substance to matter
As there is something with all names and forms.
It's not the curtain that covers it.
Our worlds are colored like mirages.
It is life that gives meaning to our worlds. 

And in the mirror, 
There is a world
Where imagination comes alive.
Shall we live there? 
That place remains in our minds. 

There is such a place illuminated 
By millions of suns and moons. 
Such a place exists and that place is of the heart
Vast as the heavens and as deep as the sea
Where you remain the same, enclosed in this temple of life. 
"The Trace of Tranquility" by Lizzy Gadd

Jasmine Kang is an artist/writer who lives in California. She believes in the Love of Radha and Krishna and follows the path of Bhakti Yoga. While her passion lies in art and creative writing, music and nature inspire her. Through her artistic and creative work, Jasmine hopes to share the beauty of life and bring others closer to peace and love. Her work has appeared in various art, writing and photography projects. Jasmine's first book "River of Light", an award-winning collection of inspirational prose, poetry and artwork, was published in 2009. To read more about "River of Light", visit Amazon. You can also connect with Jasmine through her website Moonshine Garden here, or follow her on Twitter and on Facebook

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