WAKING DREAM
The conscious mind
moves in a maize of
stop lights and stop signs,
performs on a stage
of acts and scenes,
of curtains and curtain calls.
The unconscious mind
surprises itself
with endings unscripted,
with lands unknown.
.
Melded together into one
they travel at the speed of light,
fueled by energies
ever ancient, ever new,
hearing melodies unheard,
singing unsung songs,
all lights are green,
all seas are blue,
fractions fold to integer
and infinity is easy as home.
August 24, 2004
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