Water the weed

A dream
Is
Essentially
A perception

A dream
Is made
Of glimpses

Those micro
Seconds
When
You are not
Your body
Or mind
You are but
A process
A happening
A transformation
The continuous
Transformation
Now showing off
In glimpses
The web
Of energy seems
To be smiling

Those glimpses
Are of
Vibrations
You've turned
Into

A dream
Is what is
The manifestation
Of Your fears
And love
And memories

It is an expression
By yourself
To yourself
From your self

And if we
Still resist
Those dreams
Persist
In limbos
In loops
In daily life
Almost as if
Perfected
To be living
In a certain way.

Do not resist
And save
Your perception
Some beautiful time
To be spent with
Her lover
Her love
Just her love
For love doesn't
Happen
With a person
It only happens
For a perception
A thought
A creation of oneself
A way to divide
And when
You are looking
For the smiles
In your lovers face
Its because you
Love the lovers
Face
Being proud
Of your loved
Ones
Means being
Proud of the
Choices
You've made

A dream
Is the seed
Of
The reality

Water the weed too
Water it well.