Painting a Dream
I dreamt of a meadow under a night sky.
A blanket of red flowers was dancing South.
Through roses, poppies, and cardinal flowers I savoured passion and exuberance, I savoured warmth and energy, I savoured respect and generosity. I named that meadow: “daring and couriosity.”
A blanket of bright yellow flowers was dancing North.
Through daisies, dandelions, daffodils and sunflowers, I savored early spring, I savoured healing and hope, I savoured growth and abundance. I named that meadow: “rebirth and joy”
A blanket of deep violet-blue flowers was dancing West.
Through foxgloves, iris and bluebell flowers I savoured grace and humility, I savoured truth and authenticity, I savoured mystery and creativity. I named that meadow: “Intelligence and spirituality.”
A blanket of white flowers was dancing East.
Through roses, allium and jasmine flowers I savoured balance and harmony, I savoured innocence and beauty, I savoured love and wisdom. I named that meadow: “faith and serenity.”
Under the night sky I dreamt of my divine trinity; “wisdom, love and will,” all of them dancing into eternity. I opened my eye and the light said: Let the dream be!
The wandering stars of the soul.