The Place Beyond Dreams

These words came into my mind a while ago, I thought it is best suited as a poem.

The Place Beyond Dreams

Prashant Solomon

There is a place beyond dreams;

A place where we were born;

Where there is no space or time;

No yours or mine.

A place where we all belong;

Where we are all of light;

No sorrow, fear or pain;

To this place we all shall go again.

The place beyond dreams is where we were all born;

Descended from there upon this Earth we have;

Mistaken we are that Earth is our home;

We are but sojourners here.

Sent by our Father in Heaven to reap what we have sown before;

This place beyond dreams we visit again and again;

Between our trips to Earth - our temporary dwelling place;

Home we call it but it is not.

The place beyond dreams is where we were born;

Before time, beyond space;

That place we will see again but only after we finish this mission;

Arise, awake, do not sleep.

Back to our home we must go;

Full of love and light it is;

That world from which we have come;

God our father lives there - in that place beyond our dreams.

In my heart I can hear the music - the symphony of my dreams;

That sweet music that is calling me;

Once again to that same place beyond my dreams;

A music embedded in my soul, that has accompanied me on my course.

A journey I started long ago. How long ago?

I may never know;

I was made in that place beyond my dreams; 

In His image, my light was made and then sent away to learn.

This trip to Earth I do make, to grow in love and light;

Onwards I go and try my best, to do what is right;

Each one of you is from my home;

from the place beyond our dreams.

Sojourners all like myself;

Each one of you are;

Seeking, searching, learning things;

That we take back.

For God made us to experience things;

And become flesh for a while;

But our true selves are the light;

That is the current of our life.

Onwards, onwards we shall race;

But for those on Earth;

We have vanished without a trace;

For back to the place beyond our dreams we go.

No sorrow, fear or pain;

As long as we are there;

Until our Lord decides again;

For us to briefly say good-bye.

Then again we are in the flesh;

This time with a new face;

Onwards, onwards another race;

Then again we disappear without a trace.

Sojourners to this Earth we are;

To the place beyond dreams we will return;

Our home beyond time and space in the realms of love and light;

That land O my dear is where you and I were born.

Our true home it is, only forgotten we have;

Listen to the music embedded in your soul;

And memories will awake;

Remember, you are that, remember you are that.

I am you and you are me and we are that;

That which we call God - omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent!

The place beyond our dreams beckons us all;

But there is work to do before we return.

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