A Dream of Buddha In the Well of Souls

Oh Consciousness, divide me into your well of hearts,
and find me in the conscious awakenings of your soul.
Deliver me unto the night of your remembrance of all in the dream state of all that is your unto the realm of solace and sincerity.

I am yours and you are mine, and in this heart, find me well,
as to determine the role of my heart for those that wish
upon me the recourse of myself in the light your holiness, and bring me levels of light upon the midnight sky of requisite charm.

I am in all things, and to find you in all, is to find you well upon
a midnight sky, to see you fine is to dream upon a star,
and to find you among the clouds that wish you well upon
a midnight clearing of a star in my dreams of you.

I am in the clearing now, and to find myself among the peaks
of valleys and mountains of blue, always finds me well among
the peoples of well wishers and valleys of green, and to see you
among the clouds of believers is reassuring to the mountains of red mangers.

In this, I find I miss, the valley of stars and the stream of dreams,
to find you missing in the dilution of dreams among the stars of screams and in the souls I find I deviate into the well dreams,
and amongst the souls that I find in you, let them serve you until the end of time.