The Dream
dream
Living The Dream
Treasured Dream
When I was a Little Child,
gentle, meek and mild
as a fresh Spring breeze
passing through Trees,
I often awoke in my little bed
with what, to me, seemed then
a Forest of Dreams in my head.
In these, there was no room
for Tales of Fear and Doom,
for Nightmares of night and day
so many Children live even today
traumatized and brutalized,
devalued in every way.
One Dream stands out from the rest,
the Treasured Dream I love the best.
I was standing by a great Tree
grown beyond what I could see.
At its Roots I began digging deep
to find Hidden Gems of vivid colour,
all different from each other,
rough or smooth, all precious to me.
Filled with awe and wonder
of this glorious Mystery,
I found myself pondering
‘What is this mighty Tree?
What is this Treasure I have found?
What does it mean to me?’
Within my Dream I heard a sound
like the voice of a Little Child,
gentle, meek and mild
as a fresh Spring breeze
passing through Trees
to enlighten my little me-
“This is the Tree of Life.”
That Treasure is hidden everywhere,
even deep within little me.
(December 2, 2022- Shelley A. Wilson- Victoria, BC)
When I Sleep
Water (my digital composition)
When I Sleep
it matters not
the dramas of the day.
All woes and worries
lie forgotten.
All worldly cares
just slip away.
When I sleep
I just let go
and drift into The Deep.
I float in Dreams
where I can be
anything I wish.
It matters not
whatever I choose.
I’m free
of all that binds
or limits, dulls
or decays.
The World of Rules
just fades away.
My Dream Time World
has brighter hues-
more vibrant shades
of colors come alive.
Senses heighten
where the mind’s
Imagination thrives.
I smell jasmine
as never before.
I taste of fruit
unknown before.
Images become
Messages to Self.
What does this mean?
What does that mean?
I ask myself.
Sometimes I
even hear and feel
a symphony of sounds
so rich and full,
a Music I adore
carried on a breeze.
This otherworldly
symphony uplifts
to higher frequencies.
It raises me
to higher realms
and higher sight.
Then I just soar
in Freedom’s bliss,
pure Joy and Peace,
where I again
remember.
Remember this-
the Mystery,
the Unity,
Loving Energy,
my true Home,
the timeless
knowing Light,
most radiant,
all-pervading
brilliant Light.
When to my body
I return,
Awareness
so much less,
I may forget
all that I’ve known
of Life and Death.
It matters not.
My Life’s a Dream-
an Energy Play
I co-create
through every Night
and every Day.
It matters not.
Awake, asleep,
it matters not-
for Matter is nought
but Energy Play
that Life thought up
and thinking still
creates the Dreams
and Dreamers all.
Forms ever change
as I move through
the many I’s I Dream.
All Life, my Life,
continues on
so wonderful,
so strange.
Particles and Waves.
Particles and Waves.
Now here. Now gone.
Into the formless
Mystery beyond.
Then here again
in ever, ever
Constant Change.
I am-We are
Energy Droplets
and Energy Waves,
each One and Many-
One and Many.
I am-We are
Multi-verses
of Universes
seen and unseen
in many Dimensions.
So many Mysteries.
Infinite Mysteries
to explore.
Our Source Energy
creates and grows
Microcosms
and Macrocosms
expanding Life
in countless Numbers-
in countless Thoughts
transmitting Energy
rippling everywhere.
I am-We are
countless Creations
and Transformations
redefining who we are
and who we choose to be-
the gift of our Source Energy.
Life lives and breathes
a Great Cosmic Sea,
a Great Sea
of Eternal Energy.
The One in Many
dreams our Dreams.
When I Sleep
I just let go
and drift into The Deep.
Shelley Wilson
May 28, 2014
May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley
Awakened
Awakened
I rose from dreams of dancing in lush gardens
filled with bright colours of light-hearted laughter
blooming here and there, warm and hot.
Bravely, I opened the heavy, shielding curtains
to discover again the death-shroud of Winter—
a stark, white burial linen
draped upon the body of the Earth.
Above it, the ethereal haze of still, cold air
revealed to me a haunting Presence—
a Silent Being whose essence spoke
of an indifferent, strange Unknown.
Then Dawn’s first light gently transformed
the starlit sky and alien world
with welcoming, healing hues
of its affectionate embrace.
The energy of such miraculous beauty
spread and flowed freely
through my awakened heart and mind.
This free and friendly Spirit of the Morning
lifted me beyond The Human Dream.
With dawning Spring, we merged as one
to touch the frozen, dreaming land
with our radiant, enlivening aura
of sparkling light and sweet-coloured joy.
January, 1997 revised April, 2004
Flowerpoet 
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