sacred

Some days it feels like I am in a waiting room aloof in some daze that has come over me;stuck between living life or some fantasy.The door opens when I drift off to sleep.For the time I am gone who knows how long,how far or how deep the Spirit changes me;most changes are imperceptible to me.I wake up ten years later&I see the same dysfunctional being more clearly,somehow more at peace,more free.