Planting the Seeds of Our Wildest Dreams

 

I
Marvel
Now and then
‘Bout our essence
That immortal spirit
That possesses our bodies
Cultivating our sleeping minds
Planting the seeds of our wildest dreams
Stirring the premature fragrance
Of dormant flowers of thought
Mirrored within an
Image of itself
Inside our
Own mind’s
Eye

© Copyrights G. Jones 2006

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series