The Onieric Muse Of Sominal Wisdom

Upon the darkening road we walk,
in the shaded greenery of evening,
as shadows blossom and bloom
to cover the world in a
blanket of serene slumber
serenaded by the chirping crickets,
the babbling brooks, and an
angel's tender lullaby sung
upon the gentle breeze calling....
calling forth sominal moments
from the telestic unconscious mind
where mysteries are unraveled
and wisdom is bound within
the Oneiric Muse's muted whisperings
to be reborn, to be reawakened
into the thread of divine inspiration
and seen with refined clarity,
in the light of a new day's dawning Sun.

What sophianic thoughts will
find their way from the selenic world
where our spirits walk in slumber's tide,
into the realm of the now,
in the moment of today,
into this singular reality bound in illusion
and entangled in the lattice work of
the Tapestry of Life and the Web of Infinity,
in our nobilary quest to rediscover
the truths which lay veiled
beyond the curtain of our own demise.

What gifts do we bring back to this plain,
as our spirits return from journeys
embarked upon in realms yet unknown to us?
What treasures?
What epiphanies?
Only those who seek to know the truth,
will ever discover them from within.
Seek and you shall find it,
through patience, knowledge and understanding.
And the wisdom of truth will be revealed,
through time's immortal infinite hands.
Seek.