I’ve always assumed that waking up is where it’s at “Become more conscious” has been my motto Open your eyes and try to see as much as you possibly can Let brightness and the blinding light of clarity lead the way But the murky land of dreams Has lately been pulling me down Into it’s swirl of blurred edges And incoherent feelings Soft and dimmed Like being in a room Where there is only one small, flickering candle That throws more shadow than light My normal vision is not very useful In this place of shifting formlessness I don’t know what I’m seeing As my eyes try to make sense of shapes that won’t hold still That won’t obey my need to name them So that I can easily file them away In the box marked known, understood, predictable and safe This darkness holds secrets that disappear like smoke Like mist when illumination brings it’s brilliant glare This place of velvet blackness has no interest in revelation It prefers to remain anonymous, mysterious and self contained It does not hunger for definition or coherence It is content to bathe me in confusion To twirl me around till I’m dizzy and […]