I looked at the clouds floating overhead on a nice bright day and thought how beautiful our earthly sky looked. The puffs and wisps looked dreamy, something to do on a lazy summer day - dream.
Dream of a better world perhaps, or a better stewardship of the earth. Dream of a time gone past (not sure why - but do dream on), dream of a future to come (watch for possible nightmare scenarios creeping in), or just to dream your own fantasy (the beach, the park, the backyard - gnomes, giants, castles and the World of Oz too)
Well, I promised some poetry and here is the first poem I wrote (yeah, yeah - some of you may have seen this before - what the heck I'm a recycler). Take a read and see what you think of it:
Dreams fly by, puffs of white
Carried by the breeze to distant lands
To be captured there, by those able
Who relive the magic contained with-in
Released to be shared again
Did you enjoy it? Then get ready I have another one to share plus a haiku and another photo too.
Dreams just like to move on, never staying around in the original form for long - somewhat like the clouds that float across our skies. Some folks say that repetitive dreams are premonitions - a look at something that may come to be. Mine change just enough to keep the future fluid and not give me any hints what-so-ever of what may happen tomorrow. Guess the present is what I have and the future will just have to wait to be.
Here's another photo with a haiku following.
Dreams drift, high above
Wisps in the ether of space
Deep space adventures
I have to wonder just how far our dreams can go. Are they bound by the Mother's atmosphere as the clouds are? Do they separate from the clouds and drift off into space perhaps traveling to other worlds where they affect the dream state of other worldly beings? Perhaps some descendant of mine will find out some day.
Here is poem number 2. Perhaps you will like this one better or think it is worse. If you read them then consider leaving a thoughtful comment after the post.
Dreams formed in the mind of man
Join wisps of vapor in the heavens
Hitch rides on the clouds floating across the land
Finding kindred minds in which to plant the seed
In altered state the seeds sprout and grow
Forming new dreams to collect and share
I hope I have riled up your brain. Perhaps gave it a reason to take pleasure in joining the dream state (no nightmares please - let's leave them for another day). What about you? What contributions to you have to the world of dreams that will give everyone on spaceship Earth some pleasant feelings?
Take a short walk out to your patio (or park, beach, backyard, porch, deck, etc.) on a nice bright day with white clouds and wisps floating by and do some day dreaming. There are a million or more pleasant things to dream about. Choose one or more and enter your dream state. Perhaps you can connect with the dreams floating by and add your own uniqueness to the stream.