Your living dream

When you look at the palm of your hand,
you are only looking at your living dream
that resides here, trapped in you and you in it.

When your destiny draws your lines,
you are water that cannot come out of its streams
as long as it is a whole in a pair with itself.

But He said, “The Father in me, and I in the Father,”
and accepted the only fact
that he was only a dream of the ancient times of the Father’s mists,
and took away from himself the only pair of his whole
and laid it in the palm of your hand,
while you are dreaming in your dream.

Now He is waiting to wake up from the ancient times
in the palm of your hand
and He will rise
like you get up in the morning.