In a different land my dreams bring me to explore..
Lands Anew..
Where Clean Green Grasses, Mystic Songs, the Scrolls, and the Maps of The Orient's  Past.....are for me to discover and enjoy more..
The true meanings of the elders..I relate to them... I live within these lands....
Closing my eyes to sleep. Flying to this beautiful and untainted  country
On dreams leading to astral plains of plenty.

I run freely and strongly, there
Like a flame on the kindle to which  it  fuels......
I stand stronger, here
Like  a tree well rooted..Standing tall from the ground....

I become A monument to those powerful and magical spirits which speak into me as I escape waking bonds.

Flowing like a clean artisan stream.....
Brightening my world like a huge lighthouse torch.....
Free as a monkey playfully sounding his voice in the mystic tropical lands...

My Heart is called to motion
As hope is a reoccurring dream.

I hold a deed to a  space in this land
A newer place seen as "lost in another time and place."
This is where I belong.

As hope lights my way, it will not take long...
To Follow the wise messages in those "Astral Travels"
Where I've left  behind despair,broken homesteads and the dark people behind..

As I awaken from the belief of the small and unwinnable battles called "self made limits"

I shall be awakened by hope's light.
For the land in my dreams
Such Safe  traveling shall replace  the "old" pathways that lead me astray
Then,delightfully,I shall be  traveling newer  roads...
To arrive at my destination to "Lands Made For Me To Reside."