The Dream

Its like a dream. Who I am comes to the surface like a dream. The shuffle of every day life, the emotions and relationships that form my daily existence, the doings, and beings the downs and ups, come and go, leaving the dreams behind like an evaporating morning fog. But don't be fooled. They remain hidden deep within the wells of the  soul and it is up to me to draw them out, it is my part to take out my colored pencils and sketch them where they  can be seen upon the canvas of my awake consciousness. The seed of those dreams was planted when I was created wonderfully in my mother's womb. It is up to me to water and nourish that seed and bring forth a fruit, if I so choose. The dreams, they try to surface, flashing by like the roadrunner in the cartoons, but not so elusive that I can't capture them if I want. They are more part of me than I suspect, they may determine all of eternity if I so choose. Its time, if ever there was a now moment, this is it. Its time to open up the package and get serious about growing that fruit. Its time to not be afraid, its time to gather the strength and take a risk, its time to find out whats inside and lose a few rounds to win the final contest. Its just time.