Green mossy stones coated like Irresistibly slick velvet carpets. magnified by smooth sliding crystal water, The fall away in dizzying cadence to a misty cloud.
This dream is a sweet recurrence. foreboding, inviting and familiar. Far and away.High above even the clouds the emerald world below seems benign should fall or launch to infinity.
The high priest in snowy white linen. He holds the golden staff aloft. yes there is nothing to fear. The gates are open wide for the chosen. I fear not. He holds his
hands wide and looks skyward. The chant is ancient. Deliverance is assured to the sacrificial soul. Behold eternal bliss awaits. Open the gates we are the lamb upon the alter. cannot falter. The covenant is sealed.
A dollar for your soul. A penny for your thoughts.
Material gain.Delay the pain for instant grats.
Today. Now.
Tomorrow is guaranteed to no man so eat drink and be merry for tomorrow