I want to sit on the rooftops of another world while the sun spreads its wings on its flight to the other side; I want to watch as a dusky night descends from the hues of pink and lilac, and sometimes pale shades of turquoise.
I want to be overwhelmed by the confusion of wondering which side of the horizon we're standing on; and which one flies around us.
I want to merge with this one-ness of up and down; sky and ground.
I want ego to know that it will lose its place - that place is a material thing, really. I want spirit to know that it belongs to You, eternal.
How foolish is this ego trap: Spirit knows, of course...
I want to sit on rooftops of your world, still. Feeling the glory of love's raindrops washing me of my inhibitions.
I want to close my eyes and dream; and then open them to the realisation that the dream is tangible as ever.
Difficult, but not impossible.
I want to see how abstract presence can become a solid reality; feel the sand of promise run through my fingers and fall at my feet in a sea of wholeness.
I want to dream.
I want to feel.
I want to live.
I want to be.
Local Council By-Elections April 2017
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