Dream lover
Finding pathways into and through dream states can be a taunting task, the fool in me is revealed to be inadequate for the search. I find that my minds eye lacks the concentration to reach any level of control over the ability to dream at will. When I do find myself in dreams, I am there as an observer rather than an action figure. I fear that I will be dead before I have any true understanding of the many selves I am connected to. In truth, the idea that death is the door for my minds understanding is more a revelation than anything to fear. It seems that my ego holds such power over me that only a true death of this body will give me the strength to overcome it. So I wait as patiently for my joy to find that door through which it can gain full access in love; wondering if it may end up a door that does not involve the complete death of this body. Either way it is love that will carry me to the greatest heights of wonder. My power comes to me and moves out of me as love