This Place

Rumi reminds us that the world is an illusion as if we are in the dream.
The abode is a dream.only asleep one considers it real.
The death comes like down,breaking and we wake up laughing at how bizarre was our concerns and grieving our failures.
This place is full of shrieks and screams but we have to build our hopes and develop our dreams.
This place is desperate for silence. I hear the silence tentatively.
This place doesn’t need a name,a voice,a song,a melody even anything.
This place is weird.
In this place souls will lie forsaken but dreams will live.