Whispers from the Edge of a Forgotten Dream

Gossamer threads of memory unravel
In the void between waking and sleep
Where lotus petals rain upwards

Echoes of unspoken koans
Ripple through the fabric of unreality

Time flows backwards, then sideways
As clocks melt into puddles of now
Dripping moments onto empty canvas

In the space between heartbeats
Universes are born and die

Forgotten dreams whisper secrets
To the ears of unborn thoughts
Their voices taste like purple silence

Zen masters juggle paradoxes
While riding quantum waves of maybe

The sound of one hand clapping
Drowns out the cosmic laughter
Of stars playing hide-and-seek

Emptiness fills to overflowing
With the weight of unasked questions

Dragons of logic chase their own tails
Through labyrinths of circular reason
Where every path leads everywhere

The edge of the dream frays
Revealing the illusion of boundaries

In this moment of un-knowing
The dreamer and the dream merge
Into a dance of formless form

Whispers fade into the void
Leaving only the scent of awakening