Thoughtful DreamingDreaming. What goes into dreaming, what comes out of dreaming, and what becomes of dreaming amounts to our destiny, yes? What flow takes us by surprise when we find ourselves in realisation? Day and night keeps fighting the war for the sky, and when the sun is victorious, we are all asleep. When the moon declares her reign, the sweet irony is that we all awake in our dreams. The symptom of sleep; dreaming.Thoughtful Dreaming
Our inner wisdom shapes our dreams, the potential to be, the search for something. What is that something? Is it inner peace, only to end up wanting the chaos that we have to stumble through to gain it? And then to sustain it?
QuarantineIf you were to quarantine my mind,Quarantine
Your world would remain the same. As I will not take a step towards you, Or colour you, or even dare.
I will not enter your world,
As I hold my breath.
The breath I breathe, I do not devote,
I do not expect, I do not declare.
The solitary mind need not wear a mask, As being in the presence of another, it will see, Only the other, only enough, to respect, and to respect the others boundaries.
That mind need not worry, need not fear, nor hate, For it exists of its own accord. Fulfilled is she, when in
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