The World Is a Mirege

In the dream there is only one reality. In the morning when you open your eyes, another reality is there. Everything is as unreal as everything else so there is no comparison. Compared to this reality, dream becomes unreal. There is an awakening. Compared to that reality, of that awakening, this whole reality becomes unreal. That night for the first time I understood the meaning of the world of Maya. It was too much and I was not yet capable to absorb it. Call it God, call it truth, call it dhamma, call it tau or whatsoever you will. How you can understand without experience? That night another reality opened its doors, another dimension became of a labor