More Than A Dream

Its noon, having my snack when all of a sudden I'm overcome by the strong urge to sleep.
I can hardly keep my eyes open and my head starts sagging. I stumble from the sitting room and flop onto my bed dead asleep...

I open my eyes and its dark...I'm engulfed in a dark smoke but it has no smell.
As my sight clears I can see forms in the distance way below me...am elevated higher than I can humanly agree to be.
I look up and realize I'm being watched.

The hopelessness, the sadness, the agony, the fear tortures my heart.
My heart is bleeding within me.
I'm crushed by this oppression and just then my eyes are drawn to behold a Being so bright, so pure.

His clear brightness was not permeating the foggy darkness.
His countenance so full of love and yet so much sadness.
He speaks so audibly, yet His lips move not.
I feel His sadness, His tears, His heart breaking.
He averts His clear searching eyes and looks towards the dark moving forms.
With alarm I realise they are the human race.
All are staggering from one place to another seeking elusive relief.
I see Him but they know not He's watching them.
The land is dark...horribly dark...
He turns to look at me..deep in me..and smiles.,,with His eyes, with His lips.

The sun is burning my eyes.
Sleep ebbs from my mind like the tide.
I feel Him. I see Him. The sounds and feeling still resonate within me...
I look at the time, I've been out for twenty minutes.
It was more than a dream...

The Throne Room

Broken, exhausted, ready to give up

Snatched from consciousness amid sobs raking my being

Ushered into a galactic throne room

Filled with the sweetest aroma

The space in between filled with celestial melody

Of the gazillion stars

Ethereal light, so pure, so bright

Permeating everything around, yet not blinding,

Angelic beings, so mighty, so great, so magnificent

Bow at my entrance

With wonder and admiration in their clear, pure light-brown-almost gold colored eyes

Their skin seems translucent-bronze, shimmering

Looking around at the expanse throne room set in the center of the galaxies, it seems

His Majesty, Creator of the Universe, stands and stretches out His arms towards me

Inviting me to draw closer to Him

I walk…no, glide across the room towards Him, my heart quaking within me,

His eyes clear and pure like liquid crystal and gold

They draw me in absorbing all and completely saturating me with His awesome goodness

Before I know it, I’m enfolded in His embrace….an embrace that caresses  my spirit so deeply,

He has a sweet scent on His garment… he has a heart! I feel it resonating within Him.

All else ceases to exist and it is just me and Him.

As I drift off into Him, all the pain in my being that so tormented me ebbs away

My tears vanish and I am whole…so much peace joy rest permeating all I am

It’s morning. I awaken refreshed, joyful not a trace of the sadness of the eve.

Only an overwhelming knowing that He is ...

Cira.

Love...

The early morning air is crispy fresh cucumber and lettuce salad with a hint of lime

The birds sing a melody that the steps keep in beat

Every bump on the road causes a surge of giggles and chuckles from deep down in the belly

The restlessness of the eyes cease and are no longer dilated in apprehension

The heart beats to a new rich rhythm, unlike any it has ever had

Each beat is in tune with the symphony of blood rushing through the entire being whistling in tune with the new tune

The body posture becomes straighter, the gait livelier and sprinted. The countenance is bright and welcoming. The skin glows in appreciation to the musical caress of the dancing blood beneath its surface

The mood is mellow, not easily provoked. The God-ideas flow without hindrance for there is no fear checks and balances.

All around nature sings in concert to the song in your being. The universe takes heed and aligns itself to bring more of the same to you.

The universe basks in your glory of love.

Your inner sight is more acute. Your imagination so vivid you can smell the victory and greatness of your vision.

Love draws two souls together with a thread of the deity. They sing the same song, dance to the same rhythm, and bask in the same light no matter the distance.

The love of soul-mates is peaceful and not contentious. It is liberal no matter the circumstances. It is accommodating and yet not smothering.

It liberates one to be the best that they were created to be. It is accepting. It celebrates and encourages. It protects completely in word, deed and thought….Love.

Vanity

- tired broken torn
a bird flying seeking food for her own
enjoying the sun the cool breeze under her wings
soaring higher dancing to the melody of the wind music
suddenly she lurches violently ungracefully falling
her wing can't flap no more
with horror the ground comes rushing up to her
fragments of bone a streak of blood mangled feathers fall all around her as darkness engulfs her
landing with a soul wrenching thud at the feet of a gleeful excited victorious giant
he kicks her lifeless body and walks away triumphant to look for another foe to conquer
as his feet recede she twitches as nature reaches out her sun-ray arms and caresses her wounds embalming them with dew
as the universe conspires to give her another lease of life
to dance her wind dance and sing her eternal melody...