Here and There

In those early hours as you emerge back to the surface of this world,
after many journeys and visits in the other one,
cleansed and light,
As you emerge, stripped of your human self-consciousness,
small and light as a feather, your eyes opening, barely,
still sealed together with the sap that, at night, closes the gate of this world,
and takes you to your other life.
In those aerly hours, as your toes start moving,
and your limbs soon stretch that primitive, feline stretch,
as you feel the softness of your comforter, barely warm,
you awaken to the pleasure of the senses, touch, feel,
In those early hours you're a wanderer,
oscillating between this world and the other,
still draped in the shreds of dreams,
floating back and forth, gently, in that cloudy space
between this world and the other.
In those early hours, you may. for a while, close your eyes again,
not to go back to sleep, but to savor a little longer the pleasure of the voyage
between this world and the other,
till the early bird song coaxes you back here and now.
In those early hours, you know you have two lives,
in this world and the other,
and you may wonder, which one is real, but maybe both are,
and mabe that's what dreams teach you, if you listen,
messages from your other life and beyond...