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.