We live our lives oblivious to those who watch over and care about who we are and what we are about. We sit in solitude believing we are alone, when there is one who smiles gently upon us. There are times when we are happy or sad, angry, together or alone, all of which Divine smiles upon with an accepting, knowing smile. Life... the threads of destiny propel us to the new and ultimately to our end. Where the dream may become. The dream, a place where the imagination cannot go due to the limits of thought; though once a dream has existed during sleep, the mind grows in its ability to create the dream. Part of hope, where there are no rules but those of your way among them or amongst A greater reality, that is not limited by the way we think we are, but grown by the way we know we are. The dream. In darkness, a light burns for us so that we may become who we truly are, the light that says yes or says no to the purpose of becoming more than we are now. May the dream be a part of your truth. May your truth bring you to your reality. May your reality be absolute. The dream. May you know yours.