Monday, February 19, 2007
Betwixt.....
In the twilight of awake and sleepiness....I have my best thoughts. It is when I am the most cognisant of my inner core....it is when I am the most aware of my ~one~ with everything. I am a poet, a philosopher, a spiritual being.....a humanist, an intellect, a theologian. My outer skin is shed; the internal is ~all~.
.....I am eternal.
At the dawn of sleep and wakefulness ....I am at peace with myself. My dreams have passed. My tethering to the illusion of life starts anew.
....I am finite.
~Christina
