The Awakening

It was as if the two of them were floating, traveling within their dreams. In the cloud covered sunlight, they felt themselves moving high above the Earth, and heading towards the Great Sea. The sea and the sky became one, clouds and water within a mist, washing them.

They were lost in this other world, but it was not unpleasant. Floating brought peace, and there was no time here, just the moving through the mist of blue. The smell of water.

But as they moved without a particular space and time, the sun suddenly pierced their consciousness, and began shining on their faces. As they returned to their bodies, the warmth brought back their spirits, and woke them, as if from a very deep sleep.

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Cloud Dreaming

20170628_132524As clouds drift in the endless blue, I lay my head down,

in the softness of the tall grass, dreaming.

I see visions of a peaceful world

of gentle moments in villages

meandering, along the river

a peace of green,

lovers undisturbed

where sky and earth embrace,

their people.

Such a long time ago.

     

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