1 Jul 2009

dreaming, not sleeping

High in the dark, a cup of light empties dreams from the sky...

My soul has been a restless bird that leaves to seek itself;  a drop of rain seeking to become one with the sea.

We are gods sheathed in flesh, the multitude of a single spirit.

We are dream changing before our own eyes, waiting to wake up.
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