Flying
Perhaps I’ll fly one day
when my brain is so aligned with Spirit
so that I sprout wings
of angel-like quality
In the meantime…
always in my dreams!
Perhaps I’ll fly one day
when my brain is so aligned with Spirit
so that I sprout wings
of angel-like quality
In the meantime…
always in my dreams!
Intense imaginations
sandwiched between tepid
actions of rote
Neutral in charge
yet forward in movement
The spicy spark
fuel from the soul
powers every step
each movement
Toward building solid foundations
‘neath the castles of our dreams
He wore his dreams
like a cape of courage
Woven of conscious construct
from the fabric gifted
as visions from guidance
He walked with his head up high
through trepidation and every old story
told in whispered breath
by ghostly voices of the past
Thus, he sang his soul’s song…
“One step at a time…”
we’ve all heard the line
We know it’s true
it sits in our bones
Still, doesn’t it seem
that sometimes
We could just teleport
to our heart’s desire?