What was your purpose dream. I picked you out of the clouds for the night. While placed in a land of blissful uncertainty. My struggle in wonder endowed graciously.
Was purpose to sing out joyfully or maybe quiet reflection on a summers eve does it justice. With musings on the window seal overlooking the fields of green. Or maybe the reflection we look at in life was only half of reality in its true given freedom. Do you and angels work with God to give wings and free them.
I wrote to you my dream only to realize the dreamer was the dreamed. With the letter arriving at door. The answer so obvious i couldn't ignore. ..Reality is what that which in wonder you find peace.. Where wonder chose love, love became the dream awakened..when the dreamer becomes dreamed.
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