A story with roots in the world of dreams

In your waking dream, when you are hushed and listening to your deeper self, your thoughts, like snowflakes, fall and lutter and garment all the sounds of your spaces with white silence.
~Kahlil Gibran

Photo by: Bill Ivy

The turtle and the Dolphin took me through another door

Now I had a dream of shells

Inda, the dream of shells...is amazing...as I was thinking yesterday, it was time for exploring the world of shells...

thank you!

I forgot to say, that I found this poem by Khalil Gibran most beautiful...did you know what he looked like?

Thank you Lilie.
I have another picture.
I also love this poem.

,And even as you wait for peace until the formless within you takes form, so shall the cloud gather and drift until the Blessed Fingers shape its grey desire to little crystal suns and moons and stars.'

Here is a shell that opens the door
to my heart

Believe me, in awe
I stand here
with this key
and my heart is
trembling


Love.

Lilie

I am so glad you found the key,
now we can unlock another door!

I expected it to be of another kind, but at last I found this....

Dear Lilie,
I searched the world over and could not find a key; finally St Peter came from Heaven and took pity on me. He showed me a Key.

Now it is time to dream more dreams that will lead me to more keys.

while you are dreaming of more keys, I am exploring the nature of some possible doors to my own heart

Now the sun is brilliant like a star,
waking me to share the dream.

My dream took me to a maze where I
discovered two more keys

On the road I met this man...he also has some knowledge about where to find keys

And this shaman

I met this young lady who whispered to me about more places to find a key

St Peter came and helped me once more

Sculpture by: Orazio Mochi, 1605

Now I think we have enough keys to open the doors of the world to harmony, love and peace

Evening is here. The stars are coming out, one by one.
I'm flying through another gate to catch another dream.