Years passed, I held on to the dream like a droplet on a feather.
I would not let it blend with the water, I would not forget it’s creation.
I floated for a millions moments, keeping it centered;
Sometimes I had to let it reach my very tip… but I could not release it.
I waited and hoped with the loyalty of a prayer;
I cried so deeply that the rain bowed in my presence.
Then one day at the edge of the ocean – I noticed I was no longer echoing;
I called across the universe and my consciousness answered.
I searched for the sound of your static;
I heard the collective of iridescent matter.
In that space of surrender and grace… I gave the dream to the Masters.
The droplet left the feather;
It became part of the whole sea filled with people asking…
“Is it real?”
The purpose answered… “it’s what makes you feel.”
I watched the experience of the feather.
It began to sink in the waters.
The dream no longer needed the carrier.
I knew it then – my dream was over,
It’s now The Fire of Heaven.