dreams are like children ... our thoughts are, as the bridges between two worlds, like the flight of ravens through the endless dimensions of time.
desires ... are like the hot springs deep in our hearts, are like a whirlwind of us away with a place of forgetting, are like the unfulfilled desire for the eternal home.
thoughts ... are like the gates to heaven are such as access to the subtle spheres in the ether space, as the search for the truth of the true being.
hopes ... are like the roots of an old oak tree, deeply rooted in the ground of our being, as are the source of our existence, like the wheel that never stops spinning.
wishes ... are like the iridescent soap bubbles in the wind, are like tender buds of a rose in the inner garden, the life-giving essence in the recurring stream of the tide.
memories ... are like the awakening of the soul in the cycles are like the ancient knowledge of eternity, our approach is intended to infinity.
love ... is like the greatest of all powers, as the all-encompassing sense of security in the depths of the cosmos, as the union of two polarities to wholeness.
death ... as the answer to all questions ever, is like a circle which closes at last, as the end of a long and often arduous journey.
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