Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth

Intrepid Dreams

Dreams are both

perplexity and marvel,

I’m still learning to understand

how

such wispy fragments of subconsciousness,

subtle forces of will

so intrepidly insert themselves

into

a memory or thought

as though it actually happened,

or…could.

And how

the mind so ably creates

such vast space to transcend,

to exist within,

to unify with imagination.

I always wondered

at the capacity

of the psyche

to delineate the blurred edges between

perception and actuality,

heightening consciousness

beyond the pinnacles

of enlightened liberation.

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Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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