Waking Dream
Sep. 29th, 2003 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielThe insectile buzz of stress overtakes me and I find myself plummeting to safer regions for simple self-preservation.
I am floating. The buzz becomes the sound of perpetual impact where the water meets the land. Carried away in the rolling rhythm of Mother Ocean, I sink beneath the surface and inhale the living waters. All sound is so distant now. I am alone and complete, weightless and free.
Above me I see the shimmer of the setting sun. Schools of fish tickle my skin as they dash past me. A smile breaks my lips and I close my eyes.
There is nothing but the slow rocking motion of the Mother. How She cradles me in Her infinite arms. Deeper do I sink until I feel the ocean floor, soft and silent, alive in it's unique ways. Quietly I curl amidst the exotic plants and sleep the slumber of the yet to be born.
The waking dream of possibility. The Sleep of Ages.
I am floating. The buzz becomes the sound of perpetual impact where the water meets the land. Carried away in the rolling rhythm of Mother Ocean, I sink beneath the surface and inhale the living waters. All sound is so distant now. I am alone and complete, weightless and free.
Above me I see the shimmer of the setting sun. Schools of fish tickle my skin as they dash past me. A smile breaks my lips and I close my eyes.
There is nothing but the slow rocking motion of the Mother. How She cradles me in Her infinite arms. Deeper do I sink until I feel the ocean floor, soft and silent, alive in it's unique ways. Quietly I curl amidst the exotic plants and sleep the slumber of the yet to be born.
The waking dream of possibility. The Sleep of Ages.
