daydreams, nightdreams

by walterdoege

dream at sleep is good…who is the dreamer?,…dreams do not visit me so frequently at sleep…when I wake up at sunset barely and scarcely I do remember a dream…some sleep records I take when a dream comes up by morning…the strong sensation, however, is the tough perception of daydreamming…these daydreams also do require time…in everyday living I listen that so common assumptions ‘there’s no time!, or ‘I don’t have time’, and so on…but I don’t have time…no one have time…time is not a property…time is not an object like a bed or a chair is…it’s an illusion the statement about have or not have time…we live in time…and in place…while dreamming, there’s other time and other places…a dream resembles a fairytale…when I wake up in the mornings…sometimes I feel I wake in a dream…the daily living…plenty of times and places…plenty of choices…and daydream is close to imagination, to leisure, to spend the time wisely, lovely…creatively… the old adagio is true, the importance of be awake and aware of the present time…as in a dream, the past does exist in memories and reveries, the future does exist as will and desire…the imagination is a source of choosing to live an easier daily living…the choices fo everyday living for living well…that so simple wisdom of well living…considering all difficulties and daily tasks and appoitments and problems and delays and bad news…even though, if it’s possible to choose, this is the practical freedom, the practical joy…far away from theories and some beliefs…perception is not a matter of belief, but trust in self perception and awareness of a day…a night…as ever brand new instants for choose joy and freedom, and keep loving…love is not a vanish glance nor only a word…love seems to be some perception and care of goodness, human goodness…love is life too…I feel love is all…love is the messenger…love is the message…when all is fallen, love sets gently and stands near the hand…the heart…the soul…living a good life is simple and difficult…more than a challenge, it’s an opportunity…to feel the texture of dream and living…at some point I can not separate one from the other…to dream and to live are expressions of some solely one…I choose to live close to dream, and close to other realities…close to fiction…art is this endless lullaby…someone can listen before fall asleep…to enjoy other dreams…the core and realm of a dream is good and lovely wishes…at days…at nights…ever love