Between dreams

I woke up from a dream wrote this and then passed out. I dunno what all means but read it and discuss its meaning.

A miracle, something wondrous, seemingly uncoincidental. Devoid of human influence. Testing the realms of impossibility thus proving the existence of a higher more ominous presence within this world. A presence the world can ignore no matter how many times they notice it. Miracles surround our very lives. The most basic miracle the very air we breath. It is the carrier of pollin, oxygen, carbon di, sunlight, sound,

Our body runs on fuel to maintain our spark once our spark is not receiving the sustainance it needs it moves on into limbo waiting to enter another vessel. A spirits life is cyclical making it infinite, thus disproving time. Time still. Time doesn't move. We move around time. In a white room absent of windows, without clocks or acknowledgement of time, time ceases to exist. Just one man and his mind. There within his mind wages a battle. Intelligences verses primal instinct. To be free of this. Is to be free of expectations. To be free of this. Is to be free of all limitations. There is no equation to enlightenment only that which is clearly obvious to the open mind.

Open, squares, distance, memory, girl, hair, heat, lips, kiss

Author's Note

Except that this was written with me not entirely conscious

Reviews

[Teenytot22]

I like this.

It has a sense of innocence to it, like you wrote it when you were at your most vulnerable and that is reflected in the writing; "Devoid of human influence" seems like innocence at its best. Then the end words, "Open, squares, distance, memory, girl, hair, heat, lips, kiss" seem like perhaps you are talking of love; perhaps a love so innocent and pure, because it hasn't been tainted by external forces. A beautiful thought and something a lot of people want.

Good stuff :)

[Alice Patinkin]

This was pretty good for you being not entirely conscious. :)

[WesleyAlexanderDavies]

thank you so much i just thought to share in all of its unbalancedness. Curious to know what my dream was about but gonna do more lucid poetry in he future.

[Alice Patinkin]

Go for it! I'd love to read more.
This kind of reminds me of when I was in my early teens, and I used to "Sleep-write." I know it sounds crazy, but twice it happened where I woke up in the morning and my notebook was full of messy nonsense I don't remember writing!