As truth that seems
sometimes besides me
and at other apart of me
In my own
Dimensions
this knowledge of truth
existing as my being
There is this truth
when awake
And then an eternal truth
when dreaming
With Space and time
and with the mind
I build a truth and power
and courage
It could also be called Maya
when I dream this truth
As I travel without space time
and mind in sleep
A soul in that dream that
seems without consciousness
Eyes open and in stillness
I try in vain to capture
the awareness
This seems to be the truth
that at
sometimes is besides me
and at other apart of me
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