They fell asleep As they were landing On earth They played With all the colors That they brought In their dreams That always looked Real When they finished They rested their dreams On the dream of earth And took the usual bus home Where they remembered who they were before. Now they are leaving again Forgetting All they know The only thing They bring with them This time Are packages of energy That they will have to Open.
Archive for February, 2022
343. I can close my eyes
Published February 12, 2022 energy , evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , Intuition , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual Leave a CommentTags: Chew, dreams, eyes, garden, inviting, lines, warm
In my little garden of dreams I swim I find the red hard to chew But the green invites me The yellows warm me up The grays advise to rest I see the screens That tell of being open and enclosed I see the big lines Building lives and falling But now It's up to me I can close my eyes To have a different thought And where do you think I'll be When they will open?