Morning Meds; 3 2 19
I requested a dream before I slept…
In the land of dreams I sat with a woman.
She instructed me to feel the crease of folded wrinkled paper.
Ever so softly I ran my fingers along the fold.
Trying to feel it’s thickness.
Then she asked, “how many pieces do you hold?”
I thought it to be one, but she took her hand and parted the fold.
What I thought was one, was three. ……
Following the dream in meditation.
(It was a dream symbolizeing I needed to refocus my awareness of what was important and it would allow me a greater sensitivity.)
We look for thunder and lightning, but it is the subtle energy that turns a green leaf to gold.
The sunlight that warms a sleeping tree awake.
It’s the softness of an infants stare towards it’s mother.
The gentle ever flowing softness of life itself, that is the better quest.
It’s that type of softness that fills our life peace.
It was a wonderful dream.
Meditative Imagery 