Processing Awareness

Sleeping Stars

The dances of sprinklings of stardust
Strung together, then torn back apart
Here into the spaces, invisible places
Shape shift into all that we are

Inside the time and the ripples,
There’s magical spell that releases
Of ebbing and flowing, the knowing grows glowing,
Re-birthed into rhythms afar, we sleep.

IW

Blurry Places

It’s a sense, a poem, a vibration. Stronger, until I run.
Run from dawn, I run to dusk;

Dusk to dawn, to night to days, the inbetween-
So perfect, it is magic.

The little wonder of rain out the blue; explanation exists to see.

Do I see?
What I want to see

Happiest believing in all that tells me they are as they are.
It is what it is.

The closer I look, the wider my vision, the less I see
When reality and make believe blur.

Blurry places make anxious.

I close myself to dream.

IW.