A dream was held in the palm of her hand
She could see it
She could feel it
An ethereal wind blew across her brow
She breathed the dream in.
It became part of her.
Like blood and bones
Breath and movement.
Every day since,
Good times or bad,
She and the dream,
Now her reality,
Hand in hand
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Favim.com via Google Images
Wait a minute. Is this a dreaming, blowing wind, breathing, reality, dancing or manifesting poem?
I get so confused by all this universal love stuff.
Please just let Karma do her thing! 2020 out
She did, she did her thing. It worked out well. 🙂