Between the lines, a sacred place,
while living in a spinning maze.
One world that floats without a base,
another formed by time and space.
Living in two worlds intertwined,
one is determined and defined,
the other not all eyes can find,
but still exists and flows divine.
Living in two worlds at one time,
without a clue, reason, or rhyme.
Where strong instinct push every climb,
a sense of wholeness feels sublime.
Living in two worlds is a lot,
both carry with a distinct plot,
to untie one creates a knot,
so bitter cold or scolding hot.
Living in two worlds as they merge,
aware that positive will serge,
one place where negative thoughts purge,
so hearts and souls meet and converge.
Within one world it feels the same,
the dreams hearts bury, feed the flame.
Stand clear to focus on the aim,
hold true felt wishes, then reclaim.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy