In the Country of the Mind

What lies hidden
in the unknown country
of the mind,
beyond the river of our dreams?
Form without substance,
shadows in the dark,
an entire world
waiting to be born.
It is a forest without trees,
entangled in itself
as in a spider’s web,
and you are there,
hidden from yourself.
From there
you live out the drama
of an undisclosed life
in a hundred billion cells,
without a voice, without a name,
separated from your living self
and yet joining it
in dreams
and releasing sparks of light
that illuminate the night.
I am there
but I do not know
how and where
to find myself.