I have felt the solid rock under all waters and seas,
Where pressure prohibits all air, yet bubbles ooze from places beyond.

I have tasted the passions and glory of life,
But life is always bested by some Space coming from beyond.

I have inhaled the aroma of the undying rose, the lotus and the lily,
Reviving those memories from those days of beyond.

I have heard heaven’s great choirs singing glorious
Hallelujahs from beyond the twelve pearls of heaven.

I have seen the edge of expanding space,
Often wondering, what lies beyond to expand into?

Beyond rationality we find our dreams
It is from there they arise. Companions and riddles from the muse,
Fleeting moments to grasp and live.
Sea turtles arise by the throng from underneath the sand.
Sea horse birthed from the male unlike most other life.
Of their masses only a few survive to reach the blessed waters;
It is the same with dreams.

The shout of their birth washes over us like a whisper.
Quickly, but gently now, grab one. A single germ of inspiration that is a dream;
A tiny and tender tendril to take us to the unknown.

Not all dreams can survive so choose
Carefully, and lace it delicately to your life’s tapestry.
Patience my friend for a long cultivation.
But be wary for the dangers of the unravelling,
Take now the aglet.
And guide it around the obstacles of impatience, disbelief, and ridicule.
But sometimes the unravelling becomes its own tendril leading dreams to some
Other Space.
So be careful! Don’t let the aglet become a prison.
The tapestry must flow ever ebb and grow.
Once it is pulled taut the dream will stop.

Be patient . . .

Not all dreams come true, but of the ones that do,
Ever the sun will shine on your own Gold of Kinabalu.