Sleep, confused.
The past behind one eye.
The future behind the other.
Third eye looking for the present moment.
Sliding from one to the other
Looking for the truth.
I dreamed of the crazy one.
And then of lost one.
Almost interchangeable.
And then one yet to come……
I don’t know yet.
Consciousness slid easily
In and out
From one dream to the next.
No sadness,
No judgment.
Just what was,
What is.
Finally, gratitude
And sounds of the sea
scattered the dreams
into the comforting darkness
of sleep.
Morning light came,
Past was past.
Future, just a thought,
a hope, a dream.
Present was the sun
Rising over the trees
Promising, once again.
Peace.
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“Promising once again Peace.”
That’s a very beautiful way to end a solid poem.
Thank you! A great compliment from a master poet!!! Xx
I just write. 🙂 You’re most welcome! *big hugs*
Yes…the promise of peace….if it would just materialize.
What a calming poem, reminding us to stay in the present moment. 🙂
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