Stillness is a forgotten friend,

Silence is a forgotten sound.

Reminisce the days of being unaware of the big blue world,

Our minds were a vast and clear sky.

Hope was a bright summer sun.

Days when we were floating in an ocean of dreams,

The land lifted us to soar up high like a bird over the sea.

Oh, how free it must be.

Used to be a bird once.

When the dusk came I knew my way home,

Through the gullies and Allies where darkness loomed.

Used to know my way home.

Until one day, ego knocked on our doors

To sell us a dream.

Dreams that spiraled our minds towards the sky,

Only this time we were not flying

It was our minds flying with stimulus that gave us wings .

I look down and the land is so lonely.

The earth is so gloomy, the trees are moaning and

The beauty unadorned.

The birds chirp in the morning to wake you up to reality but you still seem to be dreaming-the dream

The dream of perception, ego, power, trauma, hurt, desire, ecstasy~ illusion

Lately I can you hear the wind rustling trying to guide me home

Lately I let the silence answer from within

When I look within i now see my own dream

A dream where everybody knows they ought to be breathing- deeply

A dream where love is not suppressed

A dream where the hurting are healing

And the life is lived as it is.

A dream where we give ourselves the permission to move on

A dream where we do not let the past suffocate our present

A dream where we all open our accounts with the reality as it is.

But that’s all within the time.

Our consciousness is scattered and spiraling with fearful thoughts

Energy is only being turned to power

Efficiency our best friend

silence forgotten

Love suppresses

Life not lived.

I recon why it’s a dream

After all we have all closed our accounts with reality- NOW.

How to open your account with reality!!

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