Connecting With Your Souls Dream
Contributed by Carrie Bowell
On a misty morning, as steam rolls out of my cup,
a quiet peace fills the vacant space.
A warm breeze welcomes me —
gently carrying away what I no longer need.
The buzzing of a bee,
the flap of a magpie’s wings,
and a wish to sink deeper into a dream.
With intention threaded through a greater tapestry,
life begins to stir — alive with vision.
Call it magic.
Call it destiny.
Or the patience of walking a steady track.
The trees whisper softly:
It’s a mixture —
mystical, and real.
The dedication to staying true.
The whole circle, coiling into one loop.
And the reflection in my cup —
as the breeze scoops the steam —
is a familiar face,
connecting a soul with its dream.