Dream Sleep

I have heard them talk
about the haze between
the states of sleep,
the veil between
the worlds.

This fog is my
unknowing of the
world, my
unknowing of the
Divine.

Seeking,
always turning
over leaves, and stones,
and rocks;

ever looking
for the one word that will
give meaning

to the phrase of life
I cannot interpret.

I try to train
my mind

to learn the language
of the dream,

but it alludes me
and is left

as a simple,
warm feeling
in my heart and
mind.

My unknowing - by
feeling - becomes
my knowing.

Sense it,
its presence
will tell you all.

___

Ciao!

+Tom