I had a dream about you. You were a finger food salesman and I was a man with no fingers who sold wearable silverware called Silverwear. Through a hand gesture you indicated you were number one and then you tried stabbing me with your index finger. Then I insulted your grandma and stabbed you with my eating utensil. What I did was wrongI should never have insulted your grandma.

I delight to come to my bearingsnot walk in procession with pomp and parade in a conspicuous place but to walk even with the Builder of the universe if I maynot to live in this restless nervous bustling trivial Nineteenth Century but stand or sit thoughtfully while it goes by. What are men celebrating They are all on a committee of arrangements and hourly expect a speech from somebody. God is only the president of the day and Webster is his orator. I love to weigh to settle to gravitate toward that which most strongly and rightfully attracts menot hang by the beam of the scale and try to weigh lessnot suppose a case but take the case that is

If you look within your heart I am here and you are free.

All stories are in some form prayers.

Wise men have interpreted dreams and the gods have laughed.

Let today be the day you embrace your beautiful spirit and shine light for those living in the dark. Light their path so the road traveled will be seen more clearly. You never know how much a simple act of kindness is appreciated if you never try. Be that candle for someone today and shine bright.

Im almost convinced that Im never awake. Im not sure if Im not in fact dreaming when I live and living when I dream or if dreaming and living are for me intersected intermingled things that together form my conscious self.

I had a dream about you while having a dream about you. We were watching the movie Inception and drinking dj vu.

The deeper your thoughts the clearer your dreams. The clearer your dreams the higher you fly. Decide to fly

The secret of seeing is then the pearl of great price. If I thought he could teach me to find it and keep it forever I would stagger barefoot across a hundred deserts after any lunatic at all. But although the pearl may be found it may not be sought. The literature of illumination reveals this above all although it comes to those who wait for it it is always even to the most practiced and adept a gift and a total surprise. I return from one walk knowing where the killdeer nests in the field by the creek and the hour the laurel blooms. I return form the same walk a day later scarcely knowing my own name. Litanies hum in my ears my tongue flaps in my mouth. Ailinon alleluia