Dawn awaits patiently
for the moon to close her sleepy eyes
round and pregnant
ready to give birth to life
the sun stretches willing to rise
Your head rests upon my silk woven pillow
meandering through alley's of your lucid dreams
embracing passionately we~
beaneath the weeping willow
swooning and dancing in the twilight hours
drifting in and out of abstract minds
hands and fingers entwine like vines and lock tight
as our eyes meet
"You are the ONE"
Our hearts blister with an explosion of love
as we gaze at the burst of the golden rising sun
Dream ~ reality ~ illusion ?
Trying to get round you all slowly ... computer has been on the blink ... :o(
and boy some of you have been busy
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
Carl Jung: My favourite
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.