The little village of Salen during the winter.
Isle of Mull, Scotland
Dreams
7/22/10
Thoughts are like clouds
drifting through brain environment
often snagging on peaks,
mountaintop illusions deemed reality
born from emotional eruptions
ignited by inner judgments
that place wrongdoing blame
on world and people,
in contrast, there's joy
as ocean of possibility,
fluid, deep, rippling feelings
playfully reflecting magnificent sky,
the changing shimmering light
humans can bask in,
let soak into pores,
enlivening will to create
our own unique heaven
out of magical stardust
we, and dreams, are.
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