At the great altar of dreams
You surrender your impressions
The karmas that burn you inside
You shed in sacred homa
No control of the happenings
They scare and bring joy at times
The mind made turmoil
Or the pangs of the soul to let go
I bring now only sage advise
To not suffer in oversleep
For the dreams in early morning stupor
Bring no rest only turmoil
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