Tabula Rasa

Earth time,

Wake time,

Sleep time,

Dream time,

Life time,

Some time,

Any time...

What is time?





by man,

to keep track

of his illusions,

his confusions,

and when we


and wander


the realms

of space...

and 'time',



Once upon

a dream so vast,

an infinite

number of

souls were cast,

beyond the

thoughts where

minds can


beyond the

planes where

spirits blunder.


My heart

forever longs

to share

the ecstasy

it holds,

I close my

eyes and leave

this world,

and don't know

where 'I' go.


The only thing

I know is that

the times when

I'm asleep,

is like a


the whole of

me, upsweeped.

dreaming holds

no slumber

there, no fantasies

suffice, it's

bliss becomes

my breath

in dreams


and alas...

once more,




5:35 AM 5/31/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

about life being the dream.

tabitha's picture

time is only our illusion

time is only our illusion

nightlight1220's picture

thanks for reading and

thanks for reading and commenting!

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