Excerpt from a Dream

I’m upright,

falling backwards,

through the air.

Upside down spinning,

like I'm literally falling of the face of the earth.

I see the green replace the blue

with a sparcing of pink flowers surrounding.

I’m raining.

I am not a person.

Not a thing.

I am everything.

I am nothing.

I feel it all,

all the moments of the world,

crashing together,

to create me.

I’m being birthed,

and dying,

all at the same time.

Its overwhelmingly beautiful.

So full of sorrow,

but so full of hope.

My external being is no more.

I am life,

I am death,

I am nothing,

but everything,

for what feels like an eternity.

I fall,

until I splat,

and hit the ground.

my atoms lifting up

and joining together,

creating my body,

merging with my mind as one.

I am here now.

Grounded

and ready to live.

Born again in this beautiful meadow.

Blossoming into the person,

I know I can be.

Who I am.

Who I want to be.