Left or Right? I'm rather go forward...
There was a feeling i used to have. A pleasant kind of cozy feeling. A feeling that let me know I'm surrounded by ones that will care for me, and look out for me. The feeling I used to have as a little child. It only lasted a short time when I was a child, but when I lived that time...it was like nothing else mattered. I'm going for that feeling right now. I want it back. It may be certain people. It may be a certain place that brought me back to that feeling.
I just have one question. What's more important? Feeling great in your consciousness or having the most devine dreams in your whole life instead.
See, when I walk in this life with this sensational feeling my dreams were haunted with confusion. Stripped bare of beauty and replaced with disgusting method. Now I'm walking life without the feeling, and things in this conscious world aren't exactly flying my way. Most of it my choice, but it seems a little out of control. But when I sleep...Ooh! When i sleep. Nothing else matters. I don't remember my dreams, but the whole time I'm drifting inn my dreamy wonderland I know my soul is in the temple itself. My spirit is singing, NO! Dancing for the beloved Father who so graciously and mercifully raised me.
My heart is on a blanket floating on the ocean with the moonlight of his eyes opened up and looking at me. They are setting on me as his view. Cradling my every breathe. When he smiles the sun comes out, and the ocean I was floating on has now turned to a sea of milk and honey. The feelings are surreal. That sun on my face gives me the relaxing feeling of warmth. The kind of warmth you experience when your lying under the sun in the cool, moist, green grass on a perfect warm day. Your eyes are closed and you hear nothing but the sky and the leaves of the trees lower on the hill, being blown against eachother by the luke warm wind. You smell nothing but the grass, and you feel nothing but the sun.
This is how my dreams feel. The layers increasing like leaves falling. Now tell me. Which is better. That feeling or those dreams? It may seems obvious, but it's not that easy for me. I all seems sweet.
I just have one question. What's more important? Feeling great in your consciousness or having the most devine dreams in your whole life instead.
See, when I walk in this life with this sensational feeling my dreams were haunted with confusion. Stripped bare of beauty and replaced with disgusting method. Now I'm walking life without the feeling, and things in this conscious world aren't exactly flying my way. Most of it my choice, but it seems a little out of control. But when I sleep...Ooh! When i sleep. Nothing else matters. I don't remember my dreams, but the whole time I'm drifting inn my dreamy wonderland I know my soul is in the temple itself. My spirit is singing, NO! Dancing for the beloved Father who so graciously and mercifully raised me.
My heart is on a blanket floating on the ocean with the moonlight of his eyes opened up and looking at me. They are setting on me as his view. Cradling my every breathe. When he smiles the sun comes out, and the ocean I was floating on has now turned to a sea of milk and honey. The feelings are surreal. That sun on my face gives me the relaxing feeling of warmth. The kind of warmth you experience when your lying under the sun in the cool, moist, green grass on a perfect warm day. Your eyes are closed and you hear nothing but the sky and the leaves of the trees lower on the hill, being blown against eachother by the luke warm wind. You smell nothing but the grass, and you feel nothing but the sun.
This is how my dreams feel. The layers increasing like leaves falling. Now tell me. Which is better. That feeling or those dreams? It may seems obvious, but it's not that easy for me. I all seems sweet.