Thanksgiving for Love

I awoke from a dream with gratitude. But I thought I had forgotten to post anything of this occasion, Thanksgiving Day -- because it already happened in the dream and I was thankful. But I forgot to relay it to those I love. Now I am grateful that the day has just begun. And a good day it is.

For Love

I am grateful for Love, and the Dream of Love

Thank you, Dream Master. I am filled with this love.

I love my family. You fill my heart completely.

Yet, there is still room. It grows.

I love my friends.

You keep me on my toes.

Life is rich in this journey with you.

It really never ends.

I am grateful for the comfort

and your counsel.

I love you and I thank you.

The mirror shines more clearly now.

I am grateful for this opportunity to get it right,

to recognize the Source of Love in everyone,

to love all as I love myself,

I love myself and try to live it.

To love right.

And left.

It is never wrong.

Even in confrontations

with those I thought opposed.

Mind only thinks--but does it know?

I am Soul and still learning.

In Love. In gratitude.

I thank you.
~

Studio of Dreams

It was one of those dreams in which the reality shifts between what we know out here and a higher knowing.  Then there is the awakening process and its shifting awareness.  Often so much more than what we recognize as truth in our daily lives. Trying to retain it is a challenge.

Studio of Dreams

The setting is Love --
the forest, the temple.
The prairie knoll.  Quiet valley.
Is love.  In all its forms.
Ethereal and real.
Substance and color.
New now matures.
Still it is you.
So much to go -- this love
of Art and the Artist of Dreams
my Love.

As the medium.  The paint.  Clay.
A stroke.  I mold visions
of yours.  Dreams
are mine.
Memories
almost surreal.
Hands and cheek.
The back of your neck.
Strand of hair waves the light
to Eternity.