A world of my dreams
Ideally we have all dreamt of a world that we believe would be the best place ever for us to live in. Our serene thoughts of creating that world on earth has eroded with time. There's a price to pay for the knowledge you seek. It is hard to go back. It needs courage to be creative. To flow against the stream of people who are hinging on the belief systems, social structures and the modes of acceptance that are meant to secure them, hold them together. They are imprisoning themselves with their concealed identities. It can all be extinguished by the flickering light of true being. This is one my endeavours to reach the surface and flow in an ecstatic motion of my being. This is a world of my dreams.
Away from the treachery, exploitation, crime, shallowness, greed, bestiality, rage, lies, hate. We wipe down the worlds that have cast shadows of hurts and despair, to a paint a world of our own that sets us free from the enchantments of the sweet sorrow being. Hence we dream. A world of my dreams.
|Art by- Agnes Cecile|