I decided to put this in the poems section instead of the dreams one... I have been having some very strange, intense, sometimes almost psychedelic dreams lately, and this one I can't describe in straight lines. So, I have tried to write a poem to catch the flavour of it! Oh the strange world of the mind!
Last night I dreamed of voluptuous rooms With infinite ceilings and dusky potentials The air was deep with gold And I was burning with choices In breathy spaces And doors that danced open On silky floors Which fell away into indigo night Flooding our eyes with fierce stellar light And like children we ran through the stars
-- Edited by lula at 16:38, 2008-02-20
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the shadow is the greatest teacher for showing us how to come to the light ram dass
