Reality and the Dream
We dream of reality,
And live in a dream.
In between the two,
Are we present,
But notice not where we stand,
Nor what we stand upon.
In fear we look anywhere
But down, in case air
Is all that supports us,
And as if by looking
We would fall.
Yet while our body stands,
And feels solid ground,
Our imagination soars
Weightless and free,
Roaming past and future,
While the present
Lies far below,
Along with our body;
Unassuming, and patiently
Awaiting our return.
Then we open our eyes,
And see that in our
Absence we have not moved
As if time had stood still.
We do not remember
Having breathed,
Nor having been alive;
The feel of the season,
Nor the faces that surround us.
Yet we do not fall;
And it is familiar;
And we are in good company;
And we are ok.
How strange it feels
To inhale, and exhale,
Inhale, and exhale,
Inhale, and exhale.