Meditational Wanderings by DoingItToDoIt, literature
Literature
Meditational Wanderings
Wake up to the Reality of Dreaming,
Uncover your mind, shrouded in comforters
Head pillowed in lucid tranquility,
Form bedded down before thought.
Colors of alarm shrill in the shattered dark
Perception - a groggy awareness
the Void, a darkness behind still shut lids
Opening, pale blue orbs, pierce the gloom
Opening, conscious of the surrounding
Opening, wisps of smoke clearing
Opening, A faeryland musing
A rich taste of color, a soothing touch of aroma
Blends of conscienceness swirl in a riot of un-mixing feeling
Am I waking or asleep? are these real or fantasy?
Who am I? Is this the beginning, or the End?
I am flying, soarin
in my dreams
Across a field of flowers I spy you, running,
always running away, I can't keep up
I see you crying tears of laughter, playing
catch the rainbow in my dreams
Light sparkles within you, an angel
brought to earth unfurling his wings
I want to follow, to play again by your side
I can only see you in my dreams
Night creeps in unbearably slow, fading
your magnificent rainbow, you sadly turn away
I wait for you on the farside of the heavens
Until that time, I will see you in my dreams
in my dreams
Across a field of flowers I spy you, running,
always running away, I can't keep up
I see you crying tears of laughter, playing
catch the rainbow in my dreams
Light sparkles within you, an angel
brought to earth unfurling his wings
I want to follow, to play again by your side
I can only see you in my dreams
Night creeps in unbearably slow, fading
your magnificent rainbow, you sadly turn away
I wait for you on the farside of the heavens
Until that time, I will see you in my dreams
Meditational Wanderings by DoingItToDoIt, literature
Literature
Meditational Wanderings
Wake up to the Reality of Dreaming,
Uncover your mind, shrouded in comforters
Head pillowed in lucid tranquility,
Form bedded down before thought.
Colors of alarm shrill in the shattered dark
Perception - a groggy awareness
the Void, a darkness behind still shut lids
Opening, pale blue orbs, pierce the gloom
Opening, conscious of the surrounding
Opening, wisps of smoke clearing
Opening, A faeryland musing
A rich taste of color, a soothing touch of aroma
Blends of conscienceness swirl in a riot of un-mixing feeling
Am I waking or asleep? are these real or fantasy?
Who am I? Is this the beginning, or the End?
I am flying, soarin
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