David Kausek

Do dreams have dreams? 
(Asked the sleeping child) 

In the mind of an artist 

The world becomes a language of symbols 

Some ancient
Some modern
Some revealing
Some misleading

The world is a canvas
An expressive field of reciprocity

All things outside echo within
All things inside project outward

What does it mean to be human?

Emotions are states of consciousness
Biochemical currents within the brain
Conjuring a solid sense of now

The heart beats faster
The blood moves quicker
Cortisol levels rise

Perception is power
A frame assembled in the mind
A portrait shaped from concept

The artist breathes life into the inanimate
Words, notes, and pigments
Dreaming through experience

Truth lives within abstraction
The soul of the artist becomes a passage
Like a forest trail guiding perception

Each time the experiencer crosses the path
The scenery subtly alters
The trail bends almost unnoticed

The state of consciousness is a portal
A doorway into presence
An invitation into dreaming

Words are pigments of the mind
Spoken through the canvas of imagination
Fragments of understanding

The child awakens
A dream within a dream

Original poetic sketch by David Kausek 2026