It Was Never a Dream
There was a moment when I awakened with a giant tree leaning against my back … I thought to myself , “ I am so small , so insignificant … how can I possibly bear such a heavy load ?”
There I was grounded by the weight , as the earth moved the bedrock within my soul ... Feeling the compassionate warmth of the sun’s paragon shining upon my skin, lamenting, pondering ; " I know I must be dreaming ."
There was a rhythmus verve to the surrounding air ; a cadence in the pollination breeze , stirring my heart …
An aliveness in the marrow of my spirit’s palpitations ,
brought an instant of startling clarity…
As I looked up , I loudly exclaimed upwards towards the very apogee of the tree that leaned into me .
“The love I feel is real !”… “I was never dreaming !”
