Tired of life in a frantic world,
I recall the streams that purled
in places of a distant past.
While thinking back, a spell is cast,
which brings a peace that’s unsurpassed.
Remembering what used to be
enforces that I feel most free
expressing the totality of me.
In those moments where time stands still,
finally, I get my fill
of silence and tranquility;
allowing self to simply be
erases all anxiety.
Vexations of the mind are freed,
and what it is I truly need
replaces thoughts that ego hopes I’ll feed.
In the dreamscapes of mystic lands,
messengers connect those strands
the human mind invalidates;
unfettered thoughts unlock the gates
that conscious dreaming activates.
The waking self can then fulfill
the fleeting notions dreams distill.
The Truth we seek resides where time stands still.