Like the brilliance of a fish, the memory of a dream can be seen with unmarred waters. Remember quickly were you have travelled at night – ask to visit before entering.
With an open heart
I present myself
As a gentle traveler with
Keen but hazy senses
I ask permission
To explore (and remember) the dream world
I dreamed of wordless messages and cat messengers (which scared me back to the Earthly realm).
I shall will myself to listen, to receive..
Who is this Holy Spirit that sings inside of me – that let’s me dance in response to music, paint in response to beauty, to serve in response to gratitude, to write in response to all that I feel?
Shedding space of contempt, anger, frustration and judgement there is this brilliant core (cave), a mystical want to help spread love.
The gifts of silence, of closing your eyes, of clarity of how to give back.