beyond all dreams

The dreams are not equal, but the dreamer is one. I am the insect. I am the poet—in dream. But in reality I am neither. I am beyond all dreams. I am the light in which all dreams appear and disappear. I am both inside and outside the dream. Just as a man having headache knows the ache and also knows that he is not the ache, so do I know the dream, myself dreaming and myself not dreaming—all at the same time. I am what I am before, during and after the dream. But what I see in dream, l am not.