What happens when we sleep
and we're not dreaming?
We escape from this mortal body
and leap into bliss;
leave behind all cares and sorrows,
just rest beyond boundless space.
Mind must stay behind
and keep its memories stored
for when we are recalled;
so none remember this
that every night they play
in pure and boundless timelessness.
I know you don't remember
I don't remember too,
but does not remembering
make it any less than true?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, David. I don't remember too, and that is strange that anything that is often very intense just fades away when we awake. Thanks. Richard