[Donna Thomson]

ancient dreams
hover and disappear
at the edge
of memory
growing older
dreaming less
night time
dream time
day time
into each other
night becomes
the space
that holds
the day time dream
i smile to remember
she who struggled
so hard to know what is real
and what isn’t
oh Awareness
that dreams itself
into Being

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Speaking of dreams: From An Essay on Waiting

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