The Island Of Sleep
Sleep is an enchanted island;
within Consciousness Ocean;
a mere obstruction of dryland;
to which; drawn by emotion.
We’re unaware of its shoreline;
we suddenly find we are there;
a new reality claims it’s design;
somehow, we don’t even care.
Sometimes it’s a replica of past;
while others, it’s reality anew;
whatever it is; it will never last;
it’s another of reality’s view.
It comes upon you with suddenness;
not realizing you’d reached it’s shore;
while at peace, or under duress;
the past isn’t here, anymore.
It’s a brand new state of reality;
this enchanted new place of being;
lost; is any sense of finality;
and thoughts have replaced seeing.
It seems so intense; so very real;
you’d never believe it’s illusion;
only your mind can see and feel;
thoughts draw their own conclusion.
When thought decides you must leave;
it’s the same way in which you came;
the Master had a new life up His sleeve;
sleep was merely its name.
Monty 8/2/21.