When a Moose Dreams
There is laughter. There is strength. There is playfulness. There is assuredness. There are vibrant colors, when we sleep. The perfection of All can bloom and blossom and flow and breathe when our perceptions rest. Into the center, your center, of it all, is where one glides, when we close our eyes and our consciousness is shaded and soothed by nightfall. One gate after another opens as we are fueled by our dreams. Gentle healing that we will remember, or not. But a return to infinite dimensions beyond time and space. Where our Soul gets to dance and weave and rejuvenate. Connected to our natural wisdom. Connected to our timelessness. Connected to one another. Connected to the All.
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