Twilight Reverie
My sacred space
The alarm clock goes off and the ascent begins floating up through the levels through the vibratory frequencies
The dream was so intense like I was living it it was so plain to see the answer was there
But as my eyes opened it quickly began to fade I tried to hold on I tried to grasp the meaning
The answer was there plain as day I could intensely feel it But I began to lose it as I searched for the question
The brain asks questions The heart provides answers In the brief space between we can feel both
In the twilight reverie between light and dark our heads still on our pillows clarity shines forth
I try to hold on I try to stay centered between two worlds in that sacred space
Where everything makes sense Where everything feels right Where all questions are answered Where answers are not questioned
But the pendulum keeps swinging The center is so fleeting The only salvation is that it will come around again
My pillow is where I go to step into that brief sacred space the seven or eight hours between question and answer
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