In the eternal echoes of silence
Beyond the shadows that chase the sun
The slow cadence of falling leaves
Are dreamed from infinity
Born of the spirit that longs for Itself
The Real Presence
That has never left us
And that has been with us all along
Unseen like the dreamer
That never was
As the morning sun streams
Through the branches
Like ethereal butterflies of liquid light
Lingering on the shores of eternity
Waiting for us to slip into absolute consciousness
AsIDream 