the dreams have began again
but this time they seem void
like cut outs from a scene
 props without soul

this disturbs me
 it feels like death

i can see what should cause terror
 what should cause hope
what should cause relief
the props are there but the actors are not playing

it is an achingly beautiful yet desolate para disma/ para daizo

that is not all that has come back

the terrors

or what were terrors

and the "teachers "

more subtle than most. speak as to a stranger?!

so armed with my permission slips
my "declaration of independence"
Im going to awaken

LOVE

"I Am"