• Spirit Has Spoken Thru Me

    Spirit has spoken thru me, Though i am still catching up. These lights you call stars are shards of your broken wholeness. Why do you dream such painful dreams? Reality is not like this. For a moment at your request it can appear so, But only so you can see yourself shimmer in a cold clear midnight sky. And only for a moment. The cold misaligns you, Fools and folds your senses into aloneness. At least then a longing for communion and warmth awakens. And return is promised. Dualism is such a disturbing game to play. Is the view really worth the anguish that carries you there? Deb Smith