you see..i've had...many dreams...
many dreams that are more real than 'here'...and i hate reality for this...because it,very naturally, makes me feel insane.
you see, once upon a time, i was a-float-ing-away in an endless abyss, before i was awakend by a great a many voices sayin' to me, 'awake'....and....' look down below'...and there i saw a great bright glowing ball aflame o' fire. and i said,' eh, how dark it is down there!'
although it was all lit with fire, it was dark, and the voices told me i must go, and so did,.obey the one. this was..a many memories ago. but i remember, in dreaming or in wake-fullness i know. another place is not this. i know...space, very well, as my home.
so i spoke with the many voices and we all agreed (as we always have to) about a mission, to save, any a number of one planet.
i was unsure, afraid that i might not make it back home, but i had to...agree...for when the one voice speaks, it is All.
And so the voices of the multitude persuaded me and i had to go 'there' to this 'earth'...to save it...from..who knows what?
what a terrible fright:
who knew that darkness could look so bright?
so i awoke from my sleep and arrived in my mothers womb, and that darkness was more bright than the place i came from, with these senses, i hardly remember it...and so it is...all is forgotten...
i think i could have been around five years old when i dreamed this, and yet...i don't remember an exact age. it's just a memory that is more comforting to think of as a dream...
i forgot..and so..
carry on...
what was i saying?
the earth needs saving.
i don't know why i'm here. i just know that....
i saw this bright jewel gleaming and i knew...i could get lost there...thats why i was afraid..but i knew i had to come...here, and i knew i could get lost here...and i knew it was worth dying for.
and i want to fufill...a promise.
a promise that i may have even forgotten, but..i know in my heart.
the earth is alive
and we are raping her.
but we can save it, we can save her!!!
i want to be a PART of what i came here for, and the only thing i feel close to home is...something like 'here' this "waste place" so i have hung around and waited...because everything else has seemed less than worth while: "career, business, status, fame, talent...etc" all these things seem to be ...'kindle a'waiting to burn in the fire', to me....
i just want to be a part of the one great good.
and i've sumerized (?) that that
is only
LOVE
i have no great purpose, i have no great cause...
just
TO LOVE
i hope i can return 'home',
wherever that is...
where i came from,
the place where words are spoken..without sound
and colour is like light both sound and taste.
i want to go home...
Can you help me get there?
I'm tired.
X
Love
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