Memories in Dreamtime
Warm soft sheets, cosy mornings leaning towards luxurious, comforting and gentle to touch. Hot coffee steaming across the wall.
Dreams left on pillows of fullness like waves of emotion across a beach. Waves roaring like a lion filled with life, sand, warm, shore sharp, hot in the night sky, as vivid stories unfold through minds asleep for a moment.
Just close my eyes for another moment, then, I'm flown away to another life full of people I love, but in this woken state I don't remember them?
Memories of another lifetime of mine? Or someone else's life? Looking in, or seeing more beneath the sheets of magic, that seem to fly towards other realms having history, backgrounds? Every minute detail is there in my mind as I recall, it's another world or reality that I am asleep to...
And nothing makes sense in either world, other senses abound where colour affects eachother? How can that be, strange lands show themselves raising from my consciousness.
How do I know you when I awake? I don't, and it's like I've lost a dear friend I don't even have the pleasure to know? Yet you were resting in my heart, that I know.
Maybe the past touches us from other lives lived across the centuries of time? Time, some say cannot be, it is playing out consistently across minds and hearts without us knowing? How could that be?
Black and white, how could I affect that by touch, things make no sense as your eyes open and quick thoughts enter saying its not possible. Impossible to make the dark light across tribes of people, people I know.
Maybe it's a premonition, it will be and does open up reality and happen. The love I felt for my sister, was lost once my sleep avoided and dissipated allowing the light to enter.
What was that - under the covers another thought, time, place, eons of those I know, I love, I see, my heart is full though, I'm oblivious to 'see' the fullness.
And still my mind sleeps like a baby - gentle, warm, safe amongst the softness of a cloud like sheet. Warmth like sun one summer day - I remember the heat, the faces of coloured foliage turning their heads towards the sun, getting as much light as they can.
Gardens in the cold, frosty morning or even afternoon, the light takes time to filter through, every day just five more minutes of liquid gold across the wall, reds, blues, golds, project like fire with each new day promising beauty, life abounding with love, family, teaching, listening, talking of worlds to appear.
Keeping positive in increments of momentum- the laws of the universe, the universal light in our hearts returns after the frosty, sharp, dark, cold.
Look at the sunrise across the sky bringing fresh eyes and big skies of wonder and excitement for our new years travels, wherever.