High Dream

This is about dreams. Not about my every day.

Nor about anyone’s individual reality. This is

About what could be. What might lie in every

Child’s heart from the moment they are born.

Maybe from the moment they are conceived.

This isn’t about my beliefs. Not about that.

It's far more than that, for they are only ideas.

This is about my higher plain of existence.

It is about real love: not my own perception of it.

This is about Grace. This is about peace of mind.

Out there in the mists of time is an understanding

So great, so powerful it watches and waits for a

Meeting of minds in one great moment of awareness

A consciousness that speaks from the heart

And rises up to overcome all other thought.

It’s when people will know - what they knew all

Along. Where the first thought echoed with the

Beginning Of Time. Where they knew what they

Had to do. Not as a thought. But as a sense. A

Sense of Something beyond their own limitations.

Beyond Their own meaning and sense of being.

A dream that cannot be expressed in words, or even

Be rationalised. I won’t have to ask, ‘ why does

It have to be like this?’ - I will just know why

And it will all make sense, just in a moment. A moment

Of pure uncluttered clarity and it will stay with me

For all eternity, just like I knew it would.

And I will remember that I knew all this before.