When I am at my work each dayIn the fields so fresh and greenI often think of riches and the way things might have beenBut believe me when I tell you when I get home each dayIm as happy as a sandboy with my wee cup of tay
He was rather clumsy and shy and looked as if hed spent the last ten years of his life locked up in a library - hardly the kind of man any girl your age dreams of ...
I had a dream about you. You told me you loved me and then you stabbed me with a spoon. Luckily moments before your attack I assumed the identity of a bowl of Jell-O. Later on in the dream as a half-eaten bowl of Jell-O I launched a successful political campaign got elected and moved to Washington DC.
Maybe life is a kind of waking dream.Maybe its a double-dream with a false awakening.Maybe the dream only becomes lucid and truly luminous given the fuller perspective of life after ones own wake.Maybe the pictures never stop.Doesnt the existence of dreams and higher consciousness during the years of blackouts of a lifetime whether longer or shorter give us a valid premise to hope that another highly spiritual state may await our passing
I had a dream about you. You were a lone candle on a barren vanilla cake and I was the mighty breath sent to extinguish your light. I felt like Gods wrath coming down to destroy the Illuminati while you probably thought I was the Satan coming to snuff out the light of the world. And the spectators who were gathered around the spectacle probably thought it was all one big party as they stood still like mindless zombies singing Happy Birthday.
Today I want to belong. I want to feel safe and at home. I want to be aware of what it is like simply to be without defenses or desires. I will appreciate the flow of life for what it is-my own true self. I will notice those moments of intimacy with myself when I feel that I am is enough to sustain me forever. I will lie on the grass at one with nature expanding until my being fades into the infinite.