A Precis in Abridgement
A healing journey in dream.

i have become a sojourner in this multi-dimensional world of virtue and temptation and within which a floral garden flourishes...life is wonderful, for here, beauty thrives ...untamed and free...gentle golden butterflies flitter with each breath sweetly taken...cleansing gasps greet the lungs with the purest of oxygenated bliss...
my dreams compose themselves in musical chapters of a symphony each night
somewhere between light and shadow...where the 'sw shetani' devil lurks in silhouette...a cunning vile serpent awaits eagerly, darkly smiling, it dreams in twilight hopes of offering the poisoned fruit to unsuspecting, wary souls...temptingly provocative...it cloaks itself in radiant beauty as it silently watches me approach
this utopian paradise exists as a wild place...naked and raw in its virginal purity...it is splendidly adorned in the magnificent tranquility of nature...a grand place which beckons us to come hither and walk among the essence of its Eden-like salubrity...covertly, knowingly, I still keep an eye out for that treacherous devil snake, ever lurking in the shadows...waiting to rear its seductive venomous fangs to beguile the unsuspecting, innocent...and the not so chaste
within this idyllic haven i wander and wonder... "could i make a living walking among the trees"...i could live here forever...where the winsome whistles of lovely faraway birds promise safety as they sing songs to my furrowed brows...
my searching feet take small intrepid steps on rain-glazed rocks...I tread carefully, lest i fall...and giddily skip lightly over puddles now saucers of water for the romping animals on the forest floor...i exhale prayers and inhale fruity fragrances of floral promises ...ensconced betwixt each molecule is a balm to render me wholesome again..

my broken wings are held aloft by angels conjured by light, whose halos shine brightly atop the canopy of verdant abundant beauty high above the trees...mayhap tis but my imagination...for the golden sunlight plays tricks amidst the branches and leaves of nature's gift of harmonious symphonies and one sees the holy divine with outstretched arms of warmth, peace and serenity...
i begin to blossom from dark into light
as dream's chapters unfold with the serene passing of each shrouded and mysterious night
the trees are calling my name...i stop to listen...the words echo, carried by the wind in the willows and open spaces
the crown of glory above my upturned inner eye propels me forward...healing my spirit and soul as i merge with the oneness of my sojourn amongst the trees...healing begins..........
peace seeps in, blessing me with abundance like the earth freshly bathed after weeks of rain...the insides of me slowly being cleansed with life-giving flowing waters of purity...the wrinkled fires of insecurity and doubt melt away like freshly pressed summer frocks made up of flowery pictures where butterflies and bees flock thinking the blossoms real to yield them sweet honey
they know not that I but simply dream...as they await to suckle from the teats of nature's bounteous gift of floral nectar delight
we move in unison...my non-human friends and me...the trees...the land...the forest...bees and butterflies...each existing in perfect musical harmony with creation...
we are one.......and at peace!!!
i awaken each morn...giddily awaiting the moment in which i again sleep and dream of my paradise...last night's chapter was surely strange
'paradise it wrote...can be found on the street of abridgement'...strange name for a street...i mused
the neon sign held aloft above the busy highway read
"paradise can be found in abridgement...idyllic homes for sale"...surely this is a miracle...can this be true
half a day's drive and there it was...the most beautiful garden i had ever seen...the one in my dreams...and a house so perfect
one final dream showed me the promise of that which was to come
i found my way in dreamed chapters of promised precis'
all culminating in the beautiful garden of abridgement

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Novel Allen
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