3rd state

This click-clack click-clack stuttering of mind
’tween wake and sleep, this breathless oscillation,
Leaves little leisure for the mind to rest
And, like a sea anemone, unfurl
Its wispy tendrils of awareness—Ah!
To slip between the breathless press of day
And night’s beguiling enterprise of dreams;
A state of being separate from the two:
Awake, unshackled from the monkey mind,
Yet not unconscious, flailing on the plain
Of primal id. A fertile state between—
A realm of peak awareness, free of stress,
Where mind can spread its wings to soar unbound—
A state of bliss: imagination’s playground.