It Was A Dream…
I think this is a true story.Late night, not sleeping Awake, thoughts keeping My head from finding rest In bed’s embracing nest, Ev’n though my pillow’s soft In midnight’s quiet loft. So, lotus sitting, chanting OM… I let my Self begin to roam. Recalling that it’s been said, That astral beings, blithe or dread, Will come support your karmic need Whether healing – or to make you bleed. Imagine if I give the call, To find if Earthly body’s all? I becko...
