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NOTE: Music moves me so much. On the way to work
today I heard a music piece that I'm sure I've heard before. It took
me back to the place I have sanctuary...to my river of dreams. This
is a place I don't take many, but I felt compelled today to write
and *TRY* to capture it's essence. I know it's not the best, but
hopefully if you can read it in the right moment, you can sneak a
peek at my vision of sanctuary, which is the basis for a lot of
"sanctuary visions" that I offer to people.
The River of Dreams
Sleeping gently in my bed, the stars raised in the sky
Onyx night carried me softly like the child within
Guiding me to the passage where I would find
…my river of dreams
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Slipping gently through the water, in quiet stillness
Night creatures sang their songs gently to my softened ears
Lush foliage, sensual darkness enveloped me, welcoming me
Providing the backdrop of night for the theater of my dream
Passing the water reeds so tall, my neck strained to seek over them
Light emanated from the distant field begging my attention
Rocking the boat gently I leaned forward when suddenly
Reeds as magic moved, parting the way and my eyes did see
With unseen hand anchored I watched the unfolding of fairy magic
Fairies, sprites, and wood elves all together
Their ears small pointy curving upward
Wings ablaze with shimmering colors of light
Performing their nightly ritual of dewdrops
Exotic flowers just barely seen, reached for their gifts
The dance of ritual begun
Sprinkle some fairy dust, with a twirl of the air
Warm the earth with wood to remove the night chill
And the sprites laughing eyes twinkling with light
Drop the single dew drop from the blade of grass
Glowing covering buds with magical love
Exotic flowers closed in to sleep when morn came
The beautiful petals would reach higher to the sun
Scampering about they did not see me
Quiet in my boat, on the river of my dream
Softly movement captures me and the reeds close together
Allowing only the faintest light again to appear
And I the only who’s eyes have looked upon it?
Fragrant breezes warmed throughout the day
Carry down the river against my skin
Light like wind chimes they play against the leaves
As I slip down the river to the next vision I know awaits
Certainly a vision as I have next I’ve never seen
A clearing enchanted with magic; aglow with peace
And in the center a stone altar, luminescent
Behind the altar a figure of delight
The mirror image of perfection
Her hair cascaded in reddened brown waves
Cresting the shoulders to meet skin of pure milk
Lips fresh like the blossoming red apples of youth
And eyes as emerald as the richest emerald kingdom
Penetrating as the pools of wisdom
Slowly resting against the field’s shore
I, the visionary watch my next vision
Strains of music I am unaware of take light on my ears
In time with her wanderings….
First a smudging with sage and sweet grass
Words spoken falling off her lips silently being held in the earth
A sprinkling of lavender in comforted peace
Overcome with tranquility I stare transfixed at this vision
Her garments of silken green, rich with earthen color
Marked only by golden rays of sun in the belt around her waist
Reveals nothing yet speaks of sensual beauty
Her headband of the moon glows a soft luminescent
The sphere of the crescent her guide
Whispered words draw me in, out of my safe boat
To the shore where I stand
Her eyes penetrating seek me smiling
Beckoning silently she whispers to me
“Come dreamer… your vision is just the beginning”
Closing her eyes resting her head back
Palms turned up towards the sky
Light travels upward over her
A shell of light emanates
And when looking again, humbled
I kneel in the face of the goddess
In the voice of angels she speaks
“Come child, you have been gone far too long”
Unseen hands move me to stand
Propel me towards her where she waits patiently
As she so often does
For me to return to her
Embracing me against her
In a hug of love I’ve never known
A gift she imparts on me…again
Knowing my fears she comforts me
“I am always here”
Pressing hands against my heart her light seeps in
Gasping, breathing, aware again; I know, I understand, I choose
Guiding me into the forest deeper where light barely penetrates
She is my beacon and my faith is her follower
To a bed of softest grass, a pillow made of lavender
She plucks the jasmine nearby and plants it behind my ear
Smiling at me she whispers
“Sleep”
Peaceful darkness descends upon me
Her vision the last I see
Imbued with light, filled with magic
I sleep the sleep of prophecy…
And awake to the sun outside my window
Birds singing… Had I noticed that before?
Greeting the day with a smile
Not done in a long time…
I reach up to find tucked behind my ear
A fresh Jasmine flower…
©SKW
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