(be)longing
I sat beneath a solitary tree
Looking for a sign
And when I stood I saw
Neither of us
Were alone.
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You are never alone when you listen to your dreams. If you want to connect with yours, contact me.
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That is beautiful!!
nicely written. You are super passionate about dreaming. Just wondering why?
Hi Kellellyn,
Thank you for your comment … and for your question! I should do a blog post to answer it. But in brief: My dreams have always (since age 4) been very vivid. I have found over time that they offer me sage counsel, warnings, hope, entertainment, occasional premonitions, and glimpses into new possibilities beyond my waking imagination. I am passionate about sharing my dream life because I hope it will inspire others to look inward to their dreams and imaginations, too. It’s a resource we all have. It’s free, fun, and powerful!
<3
Tz.
Ah how quickly longing can be turned into something different just with a tiny ‘be’
I second Ale! Your poem in a few words makes me feel the depth of be-longing!! ♡
A lovely evocation of longing 🙂
:)))
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