DREAMS AND THOUGHTS

Dreams are the thoughts of the sleep
Thoughts are the dreams of the awake

They are nothing but;

Slanders of the song of life -not sung rightously,,,,

Waterpools and bubbles -form in the river when checkdams are made,,,,

Disguised sobes of insecurity acquired by "we the infant' who cut the umblical cord from the womb of ancientforest and is in search of another place that dont exist,,,

Abberations formed in the branches of a tree struggling to grow in the narrow fissures of raw rocks,,,,

Distant valleys and dark jungle seen on the sides of the route and not the original plains the traveler ought to move through,,,,,

And when in the garden of eden;the naked forest we had no thoughts,,as we were part of the great thought ; garden herself,,,

And we had no dreams,,as we were in a reality of a boundless dream; garden herself,,,,

There through us she used to become thirsty,and hungry,,,
And with crystalised justice and intoxicated footsteps used to hunt her self through us each other in complete contentment,,,,,,,

So as we reached from thoughtless to thoughtfull through ages, now we need to move from thoughtfull to something beyond yet to come,,,,,