Lost in the deepest corners of the darkest sleep
hours pass living out scenes with strangers
and eyes that dig deep with knowing
into the soul as we watch the moment
like a television show first seen in color,
with wonder we breathe in the clouded air,
as if a long-lost spirit you’ve once known
watching you intently with a hint of smile,
as you recognize somewhere below
in that layer that you knew existed,
yet had never entered-
the calm moves over smoothing the storm
as the heart beats in time
with the dream realm story before you.
In dreams do we see
hints of those passed on into the energy of now,
connections of spirit that call to us,
we wake refreshed and smiling
for even in knowing the experiences not real
yet always remembered with a certain fondness for their being.
Do we gather lessons we’ve learned
while visiting these corners of the mind,
are the faces unfamiliar yet known
perhaps sent for reasons beyond our minds perception?
Deep eyes looked into mine and I had the sense
they were sent with a message
and as the weight of days were lifted and carried,
I felt like I could fly into the gathering clouds
knowing that movement was now needed
to join the underlying layer
to become one with the deepest self,
to be
to breathe upon waking
into a realm of peace.
Thoughts on a dream I had last night, a stranger whose eyes seemed so very familiar, kind and light and in conversation I left, walking away feeling as if the weight I had carried had been lifted away and that in allowing, I had become free. I like dreams like that ❤
Peace, Love and Patchouli 