If ever We could remember a dream.
To see Past the murky fog that exist in between.
Is to remember a memory
And to realize our inherent flexibility.
….what is this spark? That travels…from that life to now….
It exist through the transition some how.
When all is striped away
The flesh ….the bone…the blood
When we return to the place, where we are no longer many
What is this spark that still remains?
That still retains….. all of past life experiences.
To bring back knowledge gained.
So the element and the evolution of the spirit can be sustained.
Is it the Soul? The spirit?… pure consciousness.
What is this….substance?
That you can’t smell, taste, hear or touch?
It waits for you, and envelops you
It welcomes you home, And isolation and separation are striped away
You absorb and become one with the entire atmosphere
And know you are not alone
And you glow and radiate….you interject, share and translate
Is the moment forever always flexing but never changing
Seeking and growing Nurturing but forever remaining
The source of life flowing into and through
Its true….this place was always meant for you
Written by Venessa Upshaw Oct 26th 2009
What are dreams? how many of us try to understand what role they play in our everyday lives. I to am no different in this insatiable drive to give meaning to the imagery in my mind of places I’ve never been and people I’ve never known. I question if dreams are a twilight between life and death…when we exist only as pure consciousness and unconsciousness..what can be gleaned from those moments when we contact…view…or realize that this life is not the only existence we experience. And that if you allow yourself to believe that…then what does it reveal about this life..this physical plane we currently live in.