Centuries pass me by, and I them...


And I see people, reliving lives, time and time again. Like watching a derailed
carousel, made of countless ever-repeating moments, a lesson not yet learned...

Looks like a movie, maybe it is. It's in color, but with, oh so many, shades of gray...
The dialogs pretty much the same, yet spoken out of countless peoples' mouths, a single sound heard in silence...
                                                   The silence of their hearts.

Their eyes deaf, their ears blind... a mockery of senses and beliefs.

For what they believe as true, is nothing but true dream. Their dream...

They dream of themselves...
They dream themselves...

And warm light rushes into their frozen hearts,
hearts that acke for love,
hearts that are made of Love
                                                 . . .

And I stand still, observing...

And wonder why?... Why has Man forgotten who He is,

His origin and purpose...


And can't this dream He calls life, be a good one, a truly beautiful one?!!!

For our lives "here" are Not a punishment, and even if it was once so,
not anymore.

We only have to "look between the lines", and it's all there... we put it there!

There is a pattern, wheels within wheels, spinning in still motion...
caught in a Dreamcatcher...


and I whisper to you...


                          wake up ...

                                    wake up ...

                                                         Wake up !!!

                                              . . .