POETIC PLAY STUDIO

In the middle of the night,
In my sleep,
The exchange of dilemmas takes place,
River roaring for sharing secrets,
The little me with the burden of the future,
Nervous and feared won’t listen,
The wind brings similar riddles,
But the little me doesn’t have a moment,
To open the window,
And the mysterious moon,
With half a phase of his spirit visited,
Knock the moonlight on my feet,
As we converse silently in the reflection,
Until we merged and unfold,
The companions follow us,
And rivers carry us through the canyons,
Merging with the tides and ripples,
Where there is no me or you,
Only knowing not knowing,
Presence of a strange void,
A mystic way of discovering and feeling,
The ultimate abyss beneath the little me.
Floating freely like shining moonlight,
And burning fearlessly like starlight.
My companions keep inquiring,
From the moment to eternity,
Why am I waking up?
I whispered calmly,
To do mundane things,
With joy and love.