I awoke.
Only to realize I was still asleep.
Behind the lids that flicker while closed.
Within the networks of thoughts.
Strings of association.
Attempting to understand the world that occurs while awake .
I awoke.
Only to realize I was still asleep.
In a room whose walls bled with stars
And windows were wounded by moons-
By matter.
By light.
I awoke.
In a dream that introduced me to myself
A version that danced.
That flew
That twirled into the arms of Mother Nature
And bowed down to a god.
I awoke.
At waters edge in a secluded dream
A dream where I dipped my toes into a pond that bursted into gold
A dream where gold rings traveled to the fingertips of the universe.
I awoke.
And I heard her words.
She said to be still.
For your grandmother is here.
To move through the world with grace.
With trust.
With truth.
I awoke.
Only to realize I was asleep.
But I heard her words.
She said to awaken.
And just like that.
Without fear.
Without dispute.
Without effort.
I awoke.
About the Creator
Rocco
“As if my brain subconsciously knows that the value of offering or thinking just as everyone else is equivalent to no value whatsoever.” The Writer
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