I am A dream

I am A dream I am A dream waiting to manifest; fearfully knocking on The door(ego) to let me out this crowded and vacant room; shamelessly confined and filled with gloom. The door imprisoned me into a silenced existence, proud of the masks hung over it seemingly oblivious of their mockery; shut out off the sun My limbs are limp, my muscles ache, I need to spread my wings and feel the cool breeze beneath; scatter myself and let the warm summer air carry me like a hair feather to the earth. Beyond this paralysing firewall (doubt), my destiny lies; if only my hand didn't tremble when reaching for it. Like the unburning tree before Moses, the fire scorches to refine; but my eyes quiver to even its sight … In my daze, as if by some greater will and deeper need, I am thrust forward in, to The wall- it doesn't hurt as I'd imagined, but warm and liberating, joyful and enlivening I AM in the torch that burns within, that’s been keeping me alive,that spurred me on, that kept me grounded to this holy land, and flattered my true self to my unconscious existence I remove my sandals, bow in victory and befriend The wall, to live the life from the dream. Copyright © 25 Nov 2005, All rights reserved