Devotion

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.