LUCID LIVING


Transient thought moving silently
With blades of grass in a breeze
Golden light brushing through branches
Of the old trees standing tall

Listen to the soft words
Spoken often by the land
Dreams entering into the mind
Lost in the night

Lucid living in a world which is unreal
Claims of time and relevance
What is known to be true
Of love and laughter

When only silence of thought can be defined
Touch and sight in a moments recognition
Becomes fraudulent when possessed by reality
Translucent thought moving in a breeze

Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2001