On Beginnings

Do not begin the day
with scattered scrapped
shards of dreams shattered
on the cluttered shores
of dawn’s demands,
each quivering sliver
still bleeding with desires
for private phantoms,
secret ghosts
and strictly personal illusions.

None of this is real;
this is your dream
you’re dreaming—
the whole charade
as far back as you recall,
every event,
each experience,
every seeming choice
and conscious act,
and even every thought
you ever thought
to think.

All of it—
this is your dream
you’re dreaming.

Therefore
begin the day again
by letting go of dreams
and nightmares both.

See how wide open
the sky is,
how unobstructed
the view,
how bright
the waking mind,
how clear
the Great Perfection
in every direction.