Fragments of the Dream Teachers

constrained like in a dream running uphill with all willpower focused but barely moving.
Always afraid to face the darkness inside the trees at night,
barriers of unkowable inception rooted in so many old and new angles.
One time pushing through and feeling the body deeply in a dream.
It is now a twisting series of connected spires twisting, dancing, bouncing slowly as the tentacles of the mind flow,
unconstrained.
It moves differently that is why it could not be utilized before.
In a dream, sitting outside the area of incarnated time;
feeling the spires that you are, move. Swirling slowly and quickly, feeling their physicality; in the air,
am the air.
driving a car except the foot will not reach the pedal, barricades distracting and then
pushing through again the foot on the pedal the car moving across the barricade down the hill.
the will is strong, the soul moves with your mind now push it where it needs to go.
the whole thing becomes what is, dynamic synergy erupting in a slow focused apparition.
Ephemoral blood
in the fingertips, no longer having hips you felt the spires of smoke that are
who the energy is we become.