Dreams are like mirages in the desert: from far away you see a beautiful oasis. Not only are your eyes deceived, your reason is also deceived because you can see the water, the lake, and your logic is convinced because the trees standing on the bank of the lake are reflected in water. If there is no water, trees cannot be reflected. But as you come closer the mirage starts disappearing.

When you arrive the trees are there, but there is no lake, no water. It was created only by the sun rays; when they start returning from the sand they create the illusion of a lake – you can even see waves in the lake, because those rays return wavering. But when you are standing on the spot you will not find anything. So are your dreams. And dreams are not self-knowledge.

Kahlil Gibran has fallen into the same trap as Sigmund Freud. He also used to think that if we can understand all the dreams of man there is nothing more to understand; you will have understood man’s very being.

But these people never think for a single moment, who you are, who understands the dreams? Certainly a dream cannot understand another dream. It has never been heard that a dream can analyze another dream. And as you wake up, where do all your dreams disappear? Are they realities? – then you can dissect the man and you will find his dreams hiding somewhere within him. But no dream has ever been found.

A dream is just the opposite of the truth. That’s why I say, this is the most absurd statement made by Kahlil Gibran.

And it is well you should.

Go to the heart, touch your dream before it has stopped, half-way. He’s neither a zorba, nor a buddha; he’s just a gap between the two, empty and of no meaning, of no substance. I say unto you, it is not well that you should do such a thing.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea…

How has the soul come suddenly in? To him, the heart and the soul are synonymous. They are not. The heart keeps the body alive, but not the soul. The soul knows only one nourishment, and that is not material – it is the positive silence, the positive serenity, the positive ecstasy.

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea. There is no need for the soul to go anywhere, murmuring and running – these are the ways of the mind and the heart. The soul is already part of the sea!