I woke to the dawn, washed ashore by an ocean of dreams
a traveler moving between worlds, in and out of time
Dreams that vanished in the daylight,
caught like flies in Maya’s gleaming web.
We ignore this other world,
lulled by life’s ebb and flow.
The evening’s journey lost,
Our soul’s voice hushed in the darkness
When a whisper from our deepest Self
can sooth the wounds of love and fear
softly, like a feather drifting on a wave
lapping on the shores of a mind open to the most gentle touch