As I touch January, breathing in the newness of the year, allowing the molecules and particles of the shifts of time to touch my consciousness, so much rises to the surface.
As I allow myself to be Still, resting my awareness just beneath the surface of ’reality’, a landscape emerges that holds a dream and a hope.
2015 has been lived to its fullest. Its dreams and imaginings slipstreaming through time to become Memory. Each year the inner landscape grows in beauty, in invitation.
In power and potency. Each year the reaching through that veil between dream and reality becomes more a fluid language, the pathways known and familiar. The language of shapeshifting an effortless becoming. The veil but a translucent shimmering where the waking eyes can see, almost see.
What is it that I desire? What is it that beckons? The dreamer inviting the dream.
That which has always been, into the fulfilment of its creation.
As I dance my dreams, as my feet touch upon familiar shores of hope and desire, there is a knowing that stirs that it is I that create the dream, the veil, the inner landscape, the outer schism. I hold it All within the fingertips of my Creation, deeply reveling in each moment of its unfolding. It is I that create the illusion of there and now, here and when.
It is I that chooses each moment of the dream with a knowing that is the breath of the Cosmos unfolding. The exhalation of a God Force in Creation.
The dreamer dreaming the dream that has always and already been.