TWO WORLDS

When we are sleeping
We see without eyes,
We walk without feet. We dream.
Our dreams are quite real.
They make their own sense
Until we recall them.
They seem
Full of emotions and life-like,
Both sad and happy, so real
That when we awake
We still carry with us their memory,
And we feel
That we are in two worlds,
A dream- and a real world,
Yet are hardly aware at all
While we live in one, of the other one.

We compare with earth. Like a ball
That rotates around a central sun
And thus creates day and night
We creatures of earth
See the inner sun
When we dream with eyes closed tight.

Where is the rainbow
Between the two worlds
That we step on but leave without feet?

It's within our body
Breathing and living
Earth and spirit meet.

Ute Kaboolian