Dreaming My Dreams

What I’m going to write here just about now, are my dreams. The dreams that sneak into my mind in each waking moment. They are alive, I can feel them running through my veins. I didn’t know how to communicate them, and sometimes it’s just hard to answer their callings, as well as to discover the very spot from where they come.

Let me start now with the utmost one. The one that urges my fingers from time to time, to dance and write. Just about anything that my heart desires. And through those my writings, I would take many people to a solemn reflection of human life. To deeper thoughts about The Truth. And not to some extravagant lies which have driven the world to just the very wrong ideas.

And then I’m gonna see the beautiful creations of The Almighty. The mountains and the valleys. The oceans and the steppes. The desert and the rain forests. I will breathe and be mesmerized by His grace and majesty. And then I will write it down, share it to the others, who wish to taste the master piece of the universe.

I dream of living a peaceful life. To embrace every member of the loved ones. Thus inspire them, like my Very Best Friend has inspired me. I don’t desire being a star who live each day under the spotlight. I just want to be an inspiration, like the cool wind breeze that soothes the raging heat far, far away. Unseen, but felt.

Home… will be where my heart is. It will be built out of modesty, simplicity, and warmth, on a very strong foundation. And of course, I will have my Very Best Friend there, to dine with me and to fill my cup everyday. So I will not be thirsty. Let the world be busy with its chores, the competition, the trades and all, as I watch everything revolves around its course, from my very own home, there, where I will make use of my hands, my mind and all other gifts granted upon me.

Oh dear… it’s still too raw and abstract. But it’s my heart that whispers. And I just can’t stop my fingers from dancing.