Though not awake to formless Self,
Why not be aware Self could be dreaming these forms of you and me?
Isn't half the battle sensing the dream as dream,
To vividly experience this while in its midst?
To live in it while not buying in to its hypnotic grip,
To sense this dream-world as a dot on the surface of Self's ocean?
Even such limited waking up has value,
For within it lies a greater promise: entry into the Beloved's courtyard.