The veil was lifting this morning, as the sun rose up behind the tree-lined view of my street. Barriers between dreaming and wakefulness were blurred, like a fog, like a thick field of energy that wrapped me so that I could hear the sounds of birds far off in the distance, perhaps far off in the folds of the past. Voices called to me, without breath or voice, beckoning me to listen, to be heard… Stepping in between these folds of time that blur the line between what is consciousness and what is flowing from the sub-conscious… I fall into a river of sharks, without fear, without hesitation, but rather in some kind of peaceful repose; knowing that I would be left unmarred, unharmed, unmolested by these whipping, splashing, gnashing creatures of the deep. And falling, falling, falling, I let go into the energy and into the flow. All is, here in the thickness of my eternity and here I will lie in soft repose, healing.