In a Dream we call Reality

 

...Looks like it's back to words again to peace my mind together...

 

 

In a Dream we call Reality

Some conversations get us nowhere

Some conversations get us back-words

Some conversations can heal passed words

Unlocking passwords,  revealing masters' last words

In wisdom, in honor, in rapture

 

In a precision that occurs after-words

In vision of higher wisdom in honor of respect

That is Love

That is God

That is as perfect as you allow it to get

Before your senses can't handle the sense

That was never taught how to implement

Over time as thoughts take out all signs of the limitlessness


In a Dream we call Reality

 

 

 

A common theme through my dreams seems to be

The art of finding meaning through writing

Through out scenes in other people's lighting

Weaving my own story despite them

Before everything falls away into a reality

Where we say we wake up...

Into a dream I can't remember starting

And it's only after we wake up into clarity

That we can call a reality a dream

And a dream a reality


Remembering poems I've written in dreams

Makes me wonder how many poems

I wrote without knowing the origination of that moment

It's as if all my words could have already been spoken

And as I grasp for vocals that I can call my own

I come across writer after writer looking for these same words

It's as if we're all the same person

Seeking a home

In a dream we call a reality