When We Are Not Known Even unto Ourselves

For a time in sleep
let’s say the first few hours
Each of us are not known to ourselves
Unaware in deepest sleep that
we are who we are

Have we briefly slipped into
all that was before
and all that will be hereafter?
Do we again rest within the kernel
from whence we came, unaware
of the profound potential of all that is?

Could it be that we return to
the unconscious whole, to that
which is unknown even unto itself
All but briefly, to be nurtured,
to be touched,
by the Infinite unknowable now?

 

Martinos © 2018

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