Sleep and Wake are Colliding

I have just started reading Stephen Levine’s poetry in “Breaking the Drought: Visions of Grace” (which is spellbindingly beautiful), and it occurred to me that something I’ve recently been experiencing, and not written about, could be much more adequately expressed in poetry. So…here is the poem that came to me.

Sleep and wake are colliding
and dance with each other
as I marvel.

I am more awake when I sleep,
and more asleep when awake.

Who I am
becomes less and less important than
where I am in Life and Love.

I can not tell if I am dreaming or not.
Is the story I tell
a part of
the wakeful time
or the sleepful time?

Sleep and wake are colliding,
and my excitement grows because
I have never been here before.

Something is changing
larger than me.
I know this
because you tell me the same Wake Sleep Story
that neither one of us finds adequate words for.

I feel my brain reaching
outside of itself and inside of itself
for answers,
for peace,
and I find myself everywhere I look.

If sleep and wake are colliding,
they must be a metaphor for, oh so many
other boundaries blurred.

In the blur,
I find you and me,
or is it me and you? Ha!
Even that is delightfully blurred!