a daylight dream

  a miracle has happened, and still my mind is feeling so much awe at how it all has blossomed like spring into my life, embroidering visions of transformative change across the fabric of this existence. lately, I’ve been dissatisfied with my work environment. the office politics and the limiting energy that stagnates potential from rising. I’ve been feeling lonely and locked in my place, my energy wasted on remaining unaffected by the waves of negativity abound. I somehow decided to apply for different positions in different schools, despite none of them appealing to my work ethic. I couldn’t find much congruence but decided to go for it anyway. I did the demo and the interview, had eye-opening discussions and was even accepted. last night, I prayed for God’s guidance and intended to remain in choiceless awareness. I awoke to a day filled with unimaginable synchronicities.. the dream of creating my own role within an organisation. my school is expanding and so, there will be a new...

you know there’s a thin line between dreams and what is real; pencilled, sketched, rugged. and you know that most of the strength goes to know you’re holding on to more than just invisible strings.. and you know how arduous it is to keep holding on to faith without a journey of waltzing our shadows towards the light. and I need your help holding on. I need you to wake to the stark truth of it. to embody it. to fight for it. just the same as I need to heal the shadows in me hiding in the secret alleyways of the dark. just as I need to become a sacred home. the sunlit radiance of gratitude. the receiving ground on which divine dreams can sprout. there are truth-ward journeys this cannot work out without. the sweetest hoax I believe in

  am I allowed to miss you? am I allowed to miss the mirror I could see the world through ever so shamelessly? am I allowed to wish I could do just one thing to dream of closeness.. am I allowed to feel the eternal sad darkness of universal nightlife combined— that my life is so scarred, and that I’m so deeply flawed.. and I am allowed to love the wholeness of it just the same? to accept the bounds, mounts and narrow-vision gateways. and am I allowed to live the miracle of accepting transcendence? am I allowed to wonder if those dreams could ever touch the light on your face, and make you feel— so much, too much. the significance of you mirrored in an explosive universal love. transforming every particle of time into a ritual of ethereal magnificence. that you’re so real. so dear.. the truest you. the self-forgetting shadows embraced into meaning harmonised in between what it’s here for. am I allowed to dim my hope and forsake dreaming? for in each one now, I’m meeting you before t...