CONNECTION TO THE OTHER SIDE

The same theme, a different night's dream, is walking me through the days of fields of another kind of reality, noticing my mind is becoming open, allowing me to be at last free from the past and the future.

As I sit back like I never did before, I watch the skies burn, and I open this book called Life and notice I might be growing up, but I still have a lot to learn.

These dreams are not the same. They come to speak to me. They all have different faces and names in black and white, never color. They tell me their stories. They tell me how to relate their messages. They tell me how to dance inside and out of the rain without getting wet. They tell me how to make love to the flame without getting burnt.

These dreams are now happening more frequently and more freely. I speak to them again at different night hours, waking up to write everything that was said, my mind not standing still. Their voices are getting louder, never shutting up, waiting in line to send messages from the deep. Great beyond my dreams are my connection to the other side