Sunday, January 31, 2010


A force of unknown origin sweeps you back to self realization.

Was this a dream, a wanting so pure to be real. Somehow jumped off at the wrong station.

Landed in a dreamlike surreal world where wanting is the order of the day

Head in the clouds, strikes up the band as they repeat over and over stay stay stay.

floats down into a field of flowers, visions of poppy seeds dancing in his way.

Surrendering to the intoxicating pollen, falls deep into a dreamlike fog.

Stumbling through stony grounds remembered. wishing only how to get back home he becomes lost.

Spirals deeper into submission. Clinging to the clutter of his ambitions.

Golden light to the rescue blinding him, healing streams penetrate his body and soul.

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  1. Awesome!This is SO good.....

  2. Thank you Anonymous for visiting my blog and your nice comments. I would have said awesome as I always do but you beat me to it :)