Between Sleep And Wakefulness*
Between sleep and wakefulness
lies silence.
Who lies in that Sanctrum Sanctorum—
living or dead?
It is neither purely life nor death,
but the timeless breath in between—the living—
the self-sustaining reality,
the soul that whispers: I AM THE TRUTH—
what the waking world sings in silence.
In that silence, it is you who lingers—
a traveler through boundless time,
neither anchored in waking's weight
nor surrendered to the sleep's embrace.
Living, yes, for consciousness flutters.
Yet dead, in a way, as it is unmanifest
In this in-between space clamor recedes—
Only echoes of truths speaking to yourself,
and the presence of your formless being.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem