Slipping into and out of this dream
Stateless
Where reality bleeds into fantasy
Like fog on the water when the margins disappear
Gray on gray
My consciousness is that ambiguous
In this non-moment
One drop that neither falls nor ascends
Holding the promise of the universe
An ocean within a realization
Waiting for gravity or perhaps evaporation
For a moment of transcendence
From discretion to completion
From point to pointless
To oneness with everything
In this stateless dream
Where the margins disappear
Along with the horizons
And there is no other place to look
Except within
David Trudel © 2013
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Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
The choice of words are both artistically miserly and appropriately bountiful. This is simply beautiful.
Thank you so much, I appreciate the kind words!
I totally enjoyed reading your post.
Cheers
Another favorite David! You speak a language my heart understands!
Reblogged this on Starry nights for Temino and commented:
Feeling very similar at the moment, it is not a dream for me though, my just my own caverns