The Dreaming Soul

Abstract ideas without any form run like rivulets along a country road, meandering through time like a half forgotten memory. Intelligent intellect analyzes form, and makes logical leaps of understanding, rarely seeing its mysterious properties as something with life and soul.

Dreams within different dreams, reflecting so many myriad ideas and concepts, each one a facet on the gem stone of life. Homogeneous offspring lacks diversity and flow, and faceted things are far prettier you know.

I like diversity; it gives life to dream’s infinite possibility. Seeds of ideas falling into the soil of its potential, and unfolding into flowers that have arisen from all of the shit this planet has ever been through.

It is divine, and yet it is degrading, and it comes out like a sublime melody that each experiences differently. Influential motions of populations, changes quickly in very little time; the wave effect multiplying, the snowball gathering mass as it flows downhill.

It is all nothing but dream, a shift in mind, a shift in reality…and yet there are consciousnesses like boulders, and they do not want to grow, or move beyond the confines of where they now exist. They block flow, and hinder travel, when we as groups seek passage toward something greater than where we are now.

Yet boulders cannot withstand great upheaval, and they will crumble under the weight of earth’s changes. Over time, even the winds will wear them down. Change is inevitable, and with change brings a newness, a freshness to life.

It is newness that brings wonderment, an ignorance of something we did not previously know. It is this ignorance that brings childlike curiosity, and it’s lack of ignorance that brings knowledge and wisdom.

Falling, falling, falling, beyond the macro, and into the micro; I can see forever here. No matter how deep I dive, no matter how many worlds I enter, there are always more beyond this one. Sentient life? Sentient life is everywhere! Sentience lay in every living cell, and every living creature. Everything of course has its own agenda and purpose, and it is aware of its job, no less than you are aware of yours!

Sentient life, and yet it is not sentient; it is a pool of chemicals, biological processes, electromagnetic frequencies, and functions, working in symbiosis, creating this cellular network of existence we have come to call life.

Diving even deeper, I fall past the boundaries of order, and plummet into disorderly worlds within the in between.

Here form is but a thought, and not yet manifest into the solid world of permanency. Here, life is moldable, and thoughts create so much. Abstract understandings that you completely grasp, and yet there are no words to make sense of them, in a language that we have known. Paintings coming to life, objects that speak, people with odd appearance, and physical laws that seem impossible. Here lay the world of chaos, here lay the world of dream. Within and without it’s tapestries do weave, a pattern of flow, that come to bear their essence upon the web work of your soul.

See not what is before you, but read between the lines, pay attention to the subtleties, and innuendos that blatantly lay open for all to see. There is nothing truly hidden, for those who will look with open eyes. Life will always work toward the truth of our desires, and the truth of our fears. We are dream’s manifestations, we are characters on the stage.

We take so seriously the game we play, and often go on to complain about it another day. Can’t change it? Get used to it. That is what they say. Be grateful for what you have, and don’t demand more, at least I’m alive. Alive? Alive? Like a house cat longing for the outdoors, like a rat wanting free of it’s cage…I want to feel my wings!

And so I rise above the confusion, I rise above the clamor, of ideologies, and religion, governmental dictates, and genetic tendencies that cry out to be freed. There, beyond the horizon, I can see where earth meets sky, and I know there is a balance. The balance I find, within myself. Destination unfolds from within, and the pathway now is clear, I have nothing to fear. The body is but a moment in the memory of life, but the dreaming soul is forever.

I am. I dream.

And onward does the spiral turn.