A Perfect Dream...writing On The Spot ...share Yours.....

A perfect dream for me is with you....

A netted tent on the sides to keep any little gnats, mosquitoes at bay....with an open roof...

A clear, crystal, cool night...

Stars shining in the multitudes above......

Holding hands and on our backs......looking at the stars....the moon.... and talking about anything and everything from A-z......

Drink of choice on a small table fashioned from a sturdy box with a table cloth and some small edibles of choice.....

Rubbing your head....and kissing your cheeks and head and telling you how wonderful you are and how much i love you.

 

Sounds wonderful...

 

Who is you?

 

i am happy with gods i do not feel like i need to pretend to know.

i wish everyone could be.

a forest

where no one tells me what not to make

and not needing anything else

no physical form

dream is identity

 

pure of heart....intention....honest and real....

 

does the universe allow us any of those things beyond intention? but they are the right intentions. the more then right more then intentions.

 

To a beautiful raven
Let not a man scorn that which is free.
Flying, flapping so elegantly.
For it is he that has lost a fair prize by not looking through the ravens eyes.
Once pride is lost and ego is gone he will remember the ravens caw. Ravens are bright they do not forget.
So, let him wallow in his regrets.
For the worth of a man are his words.
When his word rescinds, what is he truly worth?
So beautiful Raven keep flying free to beautiful horizons one day you will find what you seek.

 

and oh, no....do not pour into that container that isn't me.

 

A perfect dream

One that there is no pain and no fear for us

One that we can relax and breathe

One that I know the answer to cure you and heal you

One that makes you whole again

One that we can be together for just a little while longer , if only for a moment.

One when you've left this life we can still see each other again in.......


a perfect dream.

 

container is open all sides,
yet defines a shape
without isolating
what is without from what is within
and what is without
knows no one limited shape
imposed by any container

 

my dream is a narrative without a narrator
perceived from within,
yet without awareness of my own form.

a village in a forest,
who's population is seldom witnessed.