How amazing is it that our minds have the power to create from a thought.  We can consciously chose to imagine ourselves on the highest mountain or in the deepest depths underground.   We are what we think!  Then in the vestiges of the dream world such imaginings continue, often exceeding anything our conscious mind could conjure.

My nightmares and dreams have so often brought a richness and clarity to my life once tethered into the realms of the waking state.


The dragons and, the unicorns fly

Within the recesses, of the sky

They arc and swoop, and dip and dive

To plumb great depths, and reach new highs

As mystical as they may seem

Is freedom found within a dream

© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2016 Expression #20 12.9.16

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