We all dream...that is a given. Probably as young children we were given the keys to journey into the magical realms of light but then the veil of forgetfulness dropped when we were around 6 and now we have to find those who can help us find the magic again. This is all about it.
The Dream Master
What would you have me do
she asked
As she clambered into her bed
Dream dream the Dream Master said
Of magic kingdoms where princes dwell
Rescuing fair damsels in distress
And knights in shining armour ride on white chargers
Through forests where dappled trees nod their branches
Over slow meandering crystal clear streams
she asked
As she clambered into her bed
Dream dream the Dream Master said
Of magic kingdoms where princes dwell
Rescuing fair damsels in distress
And knights in shining armour ride on white chargers
Through forests where dappled trees nod their branches
Over slow meandering crystal clear streams
But how can I do this she cried
I do not have the magic words
To transport me there
To transport me there
Finding Her Way
Find the way that is divine
A staircase of knowing deep inside
Climb steadily up and you will receive
The keys that open up the doors
To realms of being so profound
You never may return to ground
And like all good fairy tales tell
She flew away as on her pillow her head did rest
To join those who had gone before
Alice and Dorothy and Wendy too
So did this young child
A staircase of knowing deep inside
Climb steadily up and you will receive
The keys that open up the doors
To realms of being so profound
You never may return to ground
And like all good fairy tales tell
She flew away as on her pillow her head did rest
To join those who had gone before
Alice and Dorothy and Wendy too
So did this young child
Angels Wings
Her dreaming took a different view
Of shining beings waving wings
Translucent they in every shade
Violet and pink, blue and grey
Shining oh so bright
Into their caring arms she came
Buoyed up by wafts of scented air
Enfolded in such loving care
They knew she dreamed this reality
And on through time the memory
Would stay
Of shining beings waving wings
Translucent they in every shade
Violet and pink, blue and grey
Shining oh so bright
Into their caring arms she came
Buoyed up by wafts of scented air
Enfolded in such loving care
They knew she dreamed this reality
And on through time the memory
Would stay
Travelling the Realms
A tinkling bell rang in her dreams
A vision of another world
Filled with beauty quite sublime
The taste of it like honey sweet
And even in this altered state
She knew
Could taste and hear and see
It all
The Dream Master there He stood
A radiant Being glowing bright
His eyes with loving filled
I told you so He said to her
I did not wave a magic wand
You did it by yourself my dear
The keys were garnered long ago
In other lifetimes when you knew
How to travel the outer realms of Sound and Light
A vision of another world
Filled with beauty quite sublime
The taste of it like honey sweet
And even in this altered state
She knew
Could taste and hear and see
It all
The Dream Master there He stood
A radiant Being glowing bright
His eyes with loving filled
I told you so He said to her
I did not wave a magic wand
You did it by yourself my dear
The keys were garnered long ago
In other lifetimes when you knew
How to travel the outer realms of Sound and Light
Read more of my pages from erotica to spirituality and most things inbetween
hereWhat Is...Being...Seeing
hereLast Journey of an Egyptian Queen
hereEternal Search for OneSelf
hereDorian Grey...the Movie and the Man
