I pray for children to receive full presence from their parents and not just their shadows. I pray that every place feels like home when we’re out there searching for stars. I pray for the dreamers to become their own dream.
I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.
When the coarctation of mind replaces the latitude of heart, then life is a battlefield between gone and unborn. The war between things you cannot change and things you cannot touch.
There is nothing wrong with roaming in the empyrean until the individual pieces of souls start losing sight of their own existence and fade away before their time to leave the Earth.
