One Can Live That - Dream
- Charles Rentz
- Apr 16, 2018
- 3 min read
To hold a dream as an innocent child resting in nurturing arms of most dearest beloved is a spectacular gift bestowed upon mind by singularity of existence – God Consciousness. To whom do dreams manifest? The courageous? The worthy? The wounded? The awakened? Children? Adults? All? Or, to those who claim the possibility of living fully, completely; then, although captivated with immense sensations of fear, take a leap into the unknown, anyway, both metaphorically and literally – dissolving – to be here, now – as truth?
Are dreams merely thoughts – ideas invented by glorious imagination to assist consciousness in seeing itself? Is imagination knocking on the door of presence leading to the passageway of true realization? Must one first: knock, open the door, pass the threshold, to begin the journey back to being – revealing pure innocence and spontaneity and mindless truth as dreams and imagination cultivate possibilities…to rediscover that, before doubt, shame, and fear became hostage takers of intuition, serenity, and boundless options? Can dreams manifest if imagination never knocks upon thy door? Are dreams merely impossibilities wading in a sea of fantasy conjured in the waking state?
May dreams manifest as portals to inner freedom.
What would a fantastically impossible or absolutely possible dream look like, if dreams were offered to this one by source essence of life – this life abiding in physical form writing itself? Perhaps, it would be one of a new earth where experiencing life through contrasting nature of mind was not so violent; emanating more peaceful and honest seeing within realms of physicality – the mystical plane which carries seeds of God Consciousness. Or…a dream where hurling one’s life essence into great allowing becomes a quest to restore universal trust once lost in adolescence; to break free and embrace external pathways necessary to ripen fruit of unconditional love already hanging on the vine, yet is not quite seen.
To witness possibility, would it take a magical journey traversing goat trails to a mountaintop lake where still waters await patiently for one to look into its face – seeing reflection of truth?
Could it be a flock of leaves whistling and careening with the wind amidst a Redwood forest, gently caressing a dancing naked body with each falling leaf – that brings forth manifestation of life one knows already to be true?
Might it be shimmering of full moons radiance echoing off gentle oceanic waves mingling with warm salty air – that purifies the heart when delicate facial hairs meet unencumbered nature?
Perhaps, the unfolding of truth would arrive more deeply at the edge of a cliff – staring out into vast openness, laughing – wondering why there was fear in letting go, ever – surrendering to God.
Maybe, it is simply the open road while driving into destination-less space of the cosmos that invokes hysterical tears of liberation as voice of liberation screams, “I am free. I have always been FREE, but now freedom is reclaimed and rejoiced?”
Possibly, nesting on guiltless sand along miles of vacant coastline, earnestly gazing into the eyes of a dear friend who compassionately embarked upon thy mutual exploration, which propels seeing – we are all miraculously one – truly seeing with divine eyes that all eyes are the same – there is no separation.
Will is be dedication to navigating the globe offering invitations of love to others – by merely sitting in meditation on random street corners – drumming, dancing some more – that initiates final softening while reminiscent resistance and beautiful hardships are beckoned one last time – revealing more irony that sometimes a ‘kick in the backside’ offered by unconditional love may be needed at times to get started, or stay the course?
To disembark from limitations and honor the limitless, could gentle mercy presented by innate choiceless choice imploring dormant imagination which was never allowed to flourish as child, but is now available – that melts defiant contractions of fear and unworthiness?
With outstretched arms raising towards infinity above; hands gently finding one another in Namaste; knees meeting the earth; body falling prostrate onto a luminescent sea of green; droplets of surrender cradling eyes; warmth of grace permeating every cell; permission is given and understanding is revealed – knowing this: one can live that – dream.
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