The Sweet Spot

In between states

Of consciousness

Upon waking from

A deep restorative

Undisturbed sleep

Like an old antique

Nestled in styrofoam

Ready for shipment

Found myself unable

To move without

The promise of

Something better

Cling to the thought

Of being aware of

My immobility is enough

To stay in that state

Wondering where

It will take me

Back to oblivion

Or inspired well to

Take on the day

Either choice divine

Yet wanting to stay

In that sweet spot

Vibrating as one

With all of the light

Collective consciousness

As of right now

That condition was so

Blissful, I forgot what

Direction it took