The pristine purity of this stillness-thrill
Like the look and the hush of a new fallen snow
It is a secret sacred landscape in the mind
Where only tiny thoughts like bird tracks show
I linger here when first awakening
Remembering the feel of the other side
The peace so deep it lets you feel
Feelings that in this dimension mostly hide
The sky is blue and the snow is white
And nothing spoils this reverie
Dreams linger with their inner magic
This day's troubles I do not yet feel or see
To embrace the waking world and its worries
And to keep the feeling of the world of dreams
This is the challenge before me
To hold this centering while in the grip of mortal extremes
