The dream blazes with untouchable light,
scaring away the stupid in the night;
Blind to it are the intelligent,
deaf to it are the wise;
The reason of man brings its demise.
Breathing the dream, leavening the dough, plowing the fields;
rain and snow falling on my hat as I come walking,
snow and wind fearing nothing as a twinkle in my comes winking,
My eye watches my eye, unblinking.
The dream burns with a loving flame,
laying waste to favour and fame;
Blind to it are the virtuous,
deaf to it are the holy, and the sinner;
For the dreaming is nothing, forever growing.
Music drowns the song,
Art hides the sight,
The sword kills the fight.
The dream blows with the cold wind;
stoning, peopling, dreaming, Universing.
Bring me my dream, the thinking of breathing,
the knowing of unknowing;
The cold of the flame,
The stone of the mind;
All circling to showing me,
I am what is finding,
And I am dreaming my dreaming.