A Dream Within A Dream

This makes me think of amageddon, upheaval and chaos in the world or in a mind, interesting work you have done here Sophie I like it very much Paul :))))

this is amazing and you introduced me to new music…thanks ;)

wonderful work, poem and music sophie. i see this as looking down into a prism a dream after reading poe, before reading poe there was no dream just down into.
great palette. hope yu’r well n your weekend is fantastic. m

Beautifully done work Sophie!

Beautiful work, great subject and poetry!

so much light and colour….so many kisses of spirit….. this one compels me to close my eyes and yes indeed, to let the dreams flow…..

soft feathery and very mysterious Sophie! Lovely!

wonderful and beautiful. has the feel of different dimensions. perfect match for Poe. I love the way the colors all are so clean and bright even though you’re mixing them all. like a sparkling crazy quilt.

A melting pot of vivid color. As a child I dreamt with such intensity. Seems as I matured my dreams have blurred and paled. Wonderful Sophie. xxx

beautiful work sophie. totally mesmerising and compelling.

Incredible depth and motion here; perfectly paired with the words of Poe! I plan on revisiting all of your new works Sophie….....I am delighted with what I am seeing, and need to spend some quality time with your work! Hope you are well! X … J

Such beautiful color and flow and a quintessential combo for EAP powerful poetry!
Great One Sophie!

Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Hope you enjoy the poem Sophie

Rock xx

Superb piece of music sophie, I will buy the CD tomorrow and think of you when it plays>

Magic. Really. Really.