Thoughts on a wednesday night...

It is well after ten at night and yet I need to speak..

Consciousness slaps me in the face and says, "wake up"..

So many humans that I have spoken to today, are asleep..

They lean back and think of what I say, but the ego denies it's authority..

I am only the farmer that plants the seed..

They decide to water the seed or not..

My time within this Dream is short,

I can only exchange thoughts within the Dreamers..

But, Consciousness tells me that the souls will water the seeds after my dream is ended..

Perhaps, Consciousness will regain this Dream from the Prince of Lies..

Only you can answer this...


namaste, thomas