Dreams Poem by Meghan

Dreams



I remember 5 years old
open field
I spoke my dreams
into the wind
and breathed
silently
them in again
I exhaled
into balloons
creating
spheric dream worlds
I tied their tales
clutching them
releasing wishes
soaring into heaven
in my veins
settled an eerie sense of wonder
that 30 years later
dreams, as though a message
in a bottle
received, captured
and wished upon
again

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
rajagopal haran 15 November 2007

Desire when it stems from the heart and spirit, when it is pure and intense possesses awesome electromagnetic energy; this energy is released into the ether each night as the mind falls into the sleep state; each morning it returns to the conscious state reinforced to the cosmic currents that which has been imaged which surely and certainly be manifesting; you can rely young man upon this ageless promise as surely as you can rely upon the eternally unbroken promise of sunrise and of spring-Swami Sivananda-how true it is in your poem; Great

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