The transformation of the conscious

A miracle closed to the unconscious

It happens in the dark indoors

Once we empty our secret stores

The flowers that wait to bloom

Add beauty and such perfume

That we won’t again fall asleep

Awake, there’s no hide and seek

The conscious make no choices

They don’t wear different faces

To them, everything is one

It’s a realization that’s hard-won

The unconscious continue to seek

Tamping the ego by becoming meek

But only when all seeking stops

Consciously, every dream drops