benevolent frequencies melting upon colors in multi-dimensions running deeper, Than you and I could normally be
I know this may sound like insanity to some,
But you must understand
There is no "I" anymore Like a river flowing, Completely free, There's no program here There's not even a ‘me’
For I am a Dreamer, part of a Dream,
Realized - and connected to the source Yes a dreamer with in a dream.. Yet taunted by tainted lips, I turn this spite into laughter...
While feeling the ground around me,
Centering, so I do not slip A lion's tale, yet I'm not chasing after Slip away, yes I can still recall the Great Below It's a darker grey substance less matter Vast fields of sorrow Perfect play-grounds for innocent children to frown upon
But, there is water and there is air
There is love and there is fear There is hope in the hearts of dreamers But in the realm of the living dead There just aren't enough healers
(Laughter of Insanity) If only I could share By David Powers February 6th, 2004