A dream of white
wondrous warm breezes that percolate through a timeless state
an unseen sun shines
and a forgotten face smiles
and there are no words spoken
for that disability is lost ... there
here where all are aware of thoughts
and thoughts merge and combine
and are contented without barriers
there is no confusion
there are no limits
no regrets only continuing existence
no matter where
and in the dream of white
everything is perpetual
and there are endless stairs to climb
endless white meadows to wander
and thoughts converge and merge
and contribute to the aware-nesses that surround
and are contained within and around all things...
Extract taken from 'There' written by Matthew James May 2003