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Wonderful oblivion cradles me

As a mother to her new born,

Tenderly encompassing every inch of skin

Cocooned in blissful harmony



In awe, I watch a parade of

lights dancing before me,

My own Aurora

In the Northern Hemisphere of my mind.

A spectacular display of

Earth's natural beauty demonstrated

in all it's glory.

Here, I can walk to the edge of the world

and admire its existence,

A capacity not possessed by consciousness or the living.

Fear and comfort, joy and pain find unity

on the same continuum-

Varying degrees of one emotion

that coexist beyond abstraction.

In this state I question what mark is left behind when life is gone,

but a fruitless pursuit yields no validity.

Ironic how the realisation is found outside reality

and clarity of thought comes without thinking.

Knowledge has no relevance and the quest for truth

begins a futile search when

Even certainty comes without predictability.

I find solace in my subconscious ,

where perception is not knowing and

acceptance is inclusive.



It is only here, in my dreams

that I can dance on mountain tops

and walk bear foot through brambles without fear of thorns.

It is only here, in my dreams that reality is fantastical

And fantastical is truth.