Dreamscapes of the Soul
Within the quiet hum of the wandering thoughts,
The place ideas drift free, unconfined,
A tapestry blooms within the ether’s embrace—
Daydreams, the whispers of time and area.
These castles of thought, so fleeting, so huge,
Are mirrors reflecting the shadows we solid.
For of their depths, feelings unfold,
A map to the center, a narrative untold.
To daydream is to not flee from the now,
However to bounce with the sentiments that stir and permit
The self to discover, to query, to really feel,
To heal what’s wounded, to make what’s actual.
Emotional intelligence, that delicate artwork,
Is nurtured in desires that spring from the center.
For desires are the canvas the place empathy grows,
The place compassion is kindled, the place understanding flows.
Within the reverie’s haze, we stroll in one other’s footwear,
We glimpse their joys, we share their blues.
The boundaries dissolve, the self turns into complete,
For daydreaming stitches the fragments of soul.
It teaches us persistence, it teaches us grace,
To carry the world softly, to fulfill it nose to nose.
For desires should not flights from the right here and the now,
However bridges we construct to the how and the why and the wow.
So let the thoughts wander, let it roam and discover,
For in daydreams, we discover what we’re looking for.
A deeper connection, a more true sight,
The hyperlink between darkness and radiant mild.
For emotional knowledge is born within the skies
Of minds that dare to dream, to empathize.
Within the stillness of thought, within the coronary heart’s light stream,
We discover our humanity—we discover it in dream.
