Last night the rain shivered beneath the moon
and I fell asleep staring at the silhouettes of trees
dancing across the field, lost in the wind of chances
until I drifted without thoughts and illusions
into a dream land that called my name from the other side.
This morning I returned to this world,
woken with memories of another life I left behind
and as I stared into the morning light
a quiet whisper left me without doubts:
my thoughts are the small journeys
that bring me back to reality
and I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
I return to this world surrendering to the universe.
Some days there is peace of mind.
Some days there is utter chaos.
Some days I thank God for the rain inside
that washes over me and fills my spirit
with such certainties and assurances.
The dreams intertwine with past lessons;
the past intertwines with the disillusions
and then I am back to this reality:
This is my one-and-only spectacular life.
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