random poetic thoughts

the grace that flows across to me
now, then and forever
in my waking dreams
in my reality

they merge into one
when i seem to realize
that reality is a dream
and dreams are but a reflection of reality

a hidden reality
that flow on and
on seamlessly, efforlessly
life is efforless

if you realize that it is a dream
but a dream where there s a choice
to wake up
to the curious sensation

of time slipping away
like sand through your fingers
let go...
let go and live

through the sunshine
through the rainbow
through the cold biting wind
and through the downpour

surrendering to that which birthed you
with a smile like the
freshly bloomed lily
in its innocence and beauty

in that purity
and that dewy freshness

and then you connect....