Within the realm of dreams, I witness the unfolding of time
Not only in the present, but in the past and of the future soon to arrive,
And this future plays out before my eyes
Before it is felt in the world of hard, tangible reality.
It is like the soft twilight that touches all things subtly
Which is distinct in itself, like a gentle transition:
The moment between day and night: the beautiful 'in between'
The moment of revelation, between deep sleep and wakefulness.
How is it possible to behold the future in such a way:
Like a play, an inner vision of unexpected clarity;
Which imprints itself upon my mind before its appointed time,
Revealing to me what will soon touch the world and be seen by all?
Is this a privilege or a curse, I ask myself: to see the future thus
Before it emerges into the realm of human affairs and becomes archived as fact?
I do not seek these visions in sleep, nor do I believe they make any real difference;
I perceive and accept them for what they are and no more.
If such things are to colour my inner mind with their projections
Then so be it, let them come,
But let them inspire and let them enlighten me
And, above all, let them serve a useful purpose.
Written by Mark Woollacott
18th October 2008.
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