this dream I don’t dream anymore
has it fell upon my feet?
From the sky to the floor…
The dream is here as I walk in the street
What death made this possible?
The grief of an ending
But this is just the beginning
My world is changing
The mountains are getting bigger
I am alive, I am stronger
Navigating this wild life
In my heart I feel something extraordinary
Boredom washes away from my skin
As the energy of forgiveness sinks in
I stare out the eyes, for I am not the body
Just an old creative soul wanting to entertain everybody
Have you stood still to feel yourself present?
Have you locked in your heart?
Have you made such a descent?
That a smile in the day is promising
What dream is yours
What to experience, what to explore
like a creator out there, are you not one?
What world would you paint for yourself
Go on and paint it
What color is your dream?
Aren’t you dreaming in color?