Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?
That is a question posed by Keats
In his inimitable Ode to a Nightingale.
Between a vision and a waking dream,
Lies a sphere unique processed by the brain;
An enchanting area full of melodies,
Some heard; some, un-heard.
The sole self roams these territories
Bound by time-space, yet un-bound.
Between waking up and dream,
The elusive state of being
Asleep and awake,
The intermediate zone/place
Between physical and meta-physical,
Real and fancy,
Determined and non-determined,
By heavy material constraints,
The creative mind navigates the
Labyrinth of the Unseen
And finally discovers the poetic
In the everyday, the Seen.