Hypnagogia, A Poem
Graciously walking On the ledge Choosing thoughts That guide my very steps So to not fall Into a snare A river, in my mind This reality created A weaver and artist Of thoughtful reflections On a creation turning Still at the potter's wheel
I hear knocking You cannot come in I wake instead Without fear I am Flying higher still On a creation turning Still at the potter's wheel
I am This is Mine in mind And so it is
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