As I reflect on all my yesterdays
Strange weird appearances in many ways
Didn’t seem that way at the time
But reflection is different, I find
Evokes emotions of distant feelings
Leaving the soul, all its revealings
Sometimes surrounded by a misty cloud
An imprint embedded like a shroud
Hazy as a summer’s mist
Tactile as rain drops liquid kiss
Lying in bed, escape into daydreaming
Sounds of ohm-like chimes ringing, beaming
Sonorous surrealistic singing
Euphoria keeps me clinging
Into sweet slumber, where I easily fly
Across the universe soaring so high
How non-rational, vague, abstract
Subconscious endeavor bent to distract
Linear thinking dismissed from conscious reality
Stream of consciousness with no finality
Yet it could be dense as early morning fog
Or warmth from a fire place slow burning log
To glide into the surrealistic state
Requires a soft, passive focus to concentrate
Gently focus with half-closed eyes
Mystic glimmer easily belies
A surreal experience in the raw
Visions, images, the mind will draw
All these phenomena
Evolve into surreal drama
Conclude everything is surreal
It’s how you perceive and what you feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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