dreams are born

in the place between

the centre of the earth

and the centre of the stars

interversally cosmic stream

cascading in cycles

nonlinear beyond

human imagination

somewhere there

we exist between

the memory and the birth

of what is dreamed

and in dimensions also 

we do not have words to name

while anchored momentarily

in this place

and just as no one can tell

the sky when not to rain

or stop the waters

from collecting in rivers

of destinations that lead 

unstoppable to other 

ethereal destinations

this too will find its way

to oceans not yet seen

in dreams still hidden 

from the eyes

meandering through dimensions

beyond the comprehending

and somewhere between

the heart of the earth

and the fire of the stars

finding our way like spirit

beads of of rain

we will be the seekers

and the found

existing in the flow