As Dreams Are Made

"Something in the Cat Is Always Awake"

You are not the dreamer.
A body dreams it sleeps.
A body dreams it wakes.

You are one of the dreams.
The world you feel is you,
A state your body makes.

You feel faint awareness
Of worlds outside that world
That you know to be true,

Dreams of other bodies,
Other dreams your body
Makes that are without you.

Dream that you are, you won't  
Leave off troubling yourself
With how to be more real,

Caught up in paradox,
Loneness, duality,
Koans you can't anneal.

What is that tenuous
But insuperable
Thread stitching your intent,

Glowing fabrication
Of the mind, down the seam
That joins you to events?

You're not a rock dreaming
Of being a person
Nor a person dreaming

Of being a rock, you
Are the dream that they both,
Thrown together, produce.

I'm writing this all wrong,
That shouldn't need writing
At all, poesy and puff,

Great strange dream that I am,
Trivial spectator,
Dream such as makes up stuff.