Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dream



Behold
The power of a dreamer;
Poet, shaman, child,
Painter, lover, you ~
Creator of another world.

Follow
Colored threads, winding.
 Know the mystic scent of hope.
Feel the sense of wonder
Spiraling, and then

Wake
To a vision-kissed
Shape of a tomorrow,
Newly made. Not lost,
But found in a dream.

6 comments:

  1. At the moment I'm researching the magic of labyrinths and how they enable us to tap into our intuitive level of consciousness. Your poem reminded me of a labyrinth walk :-)

    PS I'm glad you didn't have a sore throat... I don't know spam from ham, d'uh!

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  2. Inspired many mind-wanderings... thanks!

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  3. Annieoatcake ~ Labyrinths are wonderful things, aren't they? Spam ~ not so much! I was surprised to find it on Blogger. But it got us talking about honey, which is always.... sweet :~)

    Mamabeaks ~ Thanks and hugs! Glad to see you were able to get the comment thing worked out.

    Valerianna ~ "Mind-wanderings" ~ yes! Like dreaming while one is awake :~)

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  4. Another beautiful image and poem.
    Thanks!

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