By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Dreams imbue my life with a gentle reasoning,
the contradiction of earthly experience,
and the often harsh and stark input,
from the overwhelming influx of perceivable content.
Life is a maelstrom of experience,
whirling around our consciousness,
to be recognised and focussed upon,
like persistent children tugging for attention.
So often overwhelmed, I cringe from the pleading,
the incessant plague of awareness,
and in doing so shut down,
the chatter of life a numbing incoherent mumble.
When dreams fall upon my restless oblivion,
I succumb to their enticement,
follow their plot with fervent attention,
the transition into dream life like a cool summer breeze.
And I am at rest, the experience exhilarating yet calming,
no sharp edges hinder my questioning soul,
just the gentle timeless unfolding of a lucid mind,
shaping reality into a pliable softened experience.
Like fluid, my dreams enact what first is known,
set on a stage with dimmer lights, more gentle intent,
and I engage them with quiet solitude,
for here I have control, and take my time to explore what lies before me.
I awaken to find myself in both worlds,
not yet overwhelmed and in a state of serene wonder,
for the heart embraces the joy of quiet focus,
in a realm that for me is a divine reality.
Maybe life's the dream...just saying!
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