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I Dream of a Place Where




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I dream of a place where
we forgive each other
with the knowledge that
none of us are innocent

I dream of a place where
we all live together
forgetful of offenses
and fences

I dream of a place where
you and I are U and Eye
A place with sight
where the only color
is the blue flame of love

I dream of a place where
you want to sit near me
truly know me
truly be known
Is it so Unthinkable?
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  1. TashtooSeptember 29, 2012 at 9:08 AM

    This is wonderful! So many share this dream, yet we have fostered an environment where those that do are regarded as outcasts...OneWorld, OneLove...perhaps it is too simple a concept? ;)

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  2. SemaphoreSeptember 29, 2012 at 11:33 AM

    A resonant voice, with the diction of affirmation.

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  3. mrs mediocritySeptember 29, 2012 at 6:56 PM

    It's a wonderful dream, and not unthinkable, we move towards it slowly, with each word.

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  4. Chasing TaoSeptember 29, 2012 at 8:42 PM

    I dream of a place too, where there is wisdom, strength and beauty, enough to recreate our world and people, in peace and harmony. If we can dream it, we can make it reality! Your words ring like a crystal bell through the ethers Theron!

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  5. Joanne Young ElliottSeptember 29, 2012 at 10:12 PM

    What Roger said...if you can dream it then anything is possible. And there are many of us who find this totally thinkable! :-)

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  6. UnknownSeptember 30, 2012 at 3:00 AM

    Strong piece. Dreams are such powerful vehicles for understanding, connecting the unconscious self to the conscious self, in code, yes, but wanting to be explored, needing for the conscious self to believe, to bear credence to what potential is deep within, if only we opened completely to the meanings of our dreams. If so, then possibility and promise can shift to a new place of power. Love that you choice dreams as your vehicle. And the video you posted on the other link, not a fan of the genre, but the importance of message cannot be denied. Thanks for providing thoughtful contributions.

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