Dreams Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

On the other side of time your mind is housed in the outer limits of suspended time.

The conscientiousness of your being is without representation of yourself.

Drifting in the abyss of another dimension you take flight on a course of unknown territory.

Self-preservation is hidden in the molecule of your thoughts for time to come.

Searching for unknown destines you travel through time with unrestricted freedom.

You become a portal of vast dimensions that allow you access to undiscovered scientology.

Capable of submerging in the realm of dark mazes you alter the scope of realization.

Powerful and amazing you capture the lure of what could be done on earth.

The meditation of scenes beyond your control you climb higher into the unknown.

Realistically you are there and nowhere at one instant in your mind.

Shaping your realty of what you see that cannot be touched.

Within the comatose of your thinking you touch the Serengeti with your isolation of frameworks.

The steep range of the outer banks of your thinking comes together with sober demands.

The functions of your dreams can outsource you beyond your stability of life.

Written by Theodore Mosley

October 8,2019