A tetracyt of a poem,its about looking inside of ones soul.

Dreams within Dreams, Reincarnation.

Nature is part of everything we are, everything we see and use – yet we are so blind seeing little. There are important lessons that we ignore through our closed eyes.

I already see brighter days.

They say we are the amalgamation of our physical, mental, intellectual, emotional and spiritual parts.

*July 15, 2011*
*Inspired by personal events which lead me to cleanse myself of all those who have used, abused, lied, and denied me.*

A poem of holding your head high.

A piece using song lyrics and dream interpretations leading to descriptions of Samadhi consciousness. a mix of dream relatives occurring in rem sleep, interspersed with thoughts of the present moment of waking reality. I am, you could say correctly; a DreamWalker.

A poem to show that its not just you.

Could this be another way to process believing?