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.