Recurring Dream by Donna LeClair

I have this recurring dream. We are all shattered holograms wandering frivolously inside a gargantuan illusion … unintelligible to the vastness.

Visions shade to fruitless tapestries, voices cease beyond gratitude, synchronized thoughts embezzle revelations, and in the darkness innocence silently weeps whilst hope crawls beyond the ambiguity of humanism.

Epiphany heralds nudities of compassion, visions illuminate, coring the fertilization of infinite possibilities. Sanctified voices amend perception, energy revolutionizes and nativity of wings broadens the wisdom birthed to the vastness intelligible to the calamitous. Belief soars the heavenly earth and upon its crooked paths and narrow roads wings of godliness swoop up all the innocent children.

      Veracity of love smother the wounds of our children, our societies … ourselves, and the decrees henceforth are cattled not by Judas dollars but simplified through consciousness of virtue and dignity. Sight, voice and compassion pledge allegiance to the wounded, moreover without shed of either blood nor tear, esteem recognizes the crucial rights of beings to love and respect. Forevermore ages to ages empower a peace beyond the spectrum of archaic lens and birth an abundance of awakenings across a planet sanctioned into the communion of enlightenment for a species carefully woven as ONE. All journey on grounds soiled not by globule of tears, but grateful passages of familiar country to future KNOWN!  

Nothing is ever the same.

 EVER