To me, dreams are part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive but expresses something as best it can. -Carl Jung
All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together… -Jack Kerouac
Each night before sleep invades my eyes I sit contemplating the day and its gifts. I stare at the moon rising in the sultry air and take a walk late into the evening and pray to rid myself of any despairing thoughts. In due time, I finally fall asleep. It is then that the soul calls on the imagery of dreams to come to my rescue, a panoramic window of metaphoric wisdom. Dreams will teach, illuminate, and cast a spell which allows me to live as my shadow self albeit only in my deepest sleep.
And as the morning appears, some dreams are forgotten bits and pieces that seem of no importance for now. While other dreams presented during my night’s journey, are allowed to escape from my subconscious mental fortress for the sake of the soul. I follow paths riddled with metaphors to guide me just as the new rays of the sun guide the earth for another round. In time, the dream will allow itself to be known and if I am open, the lessons learned are embraced.
For what are dreams but whispers on the wind, the breath of God, whirled into the void of the universe for eons, touching everything under the sun, molding the human soul as to do its bidding, taking ground only to keep traveling an endless flight. What makes one entertain these epiphanies, to hold court to ideas that have a forgone conclusion as to any proof? To believe only when proof avails itself is to live only in the mind. To believe without proof is bliss.