Dreams come as I quietly sleep my spirit soars both high and deep visions come in a misty, flowing, cascade bringing hopes and fears of every shade.
Dreams always come as lessons and gifts to me filing the night with a vibrant thought tree a tree with fruits of day to possibly be.
My dreams are a secret place, only for me their insights and power fill me magically the best of my dreams, I give the coming day to make the best and brightest life that I may my dreams are just waiting, to be lived by me happy, joyous, powerful and free.
May your dreams be sweet, your hearts at peace,
and your spirit filled with fire for a new tomorrow.
Kalpulli Teocalli Ollin
Image by Nick B. Keller