Yes, I will have bloomed.

I’m looking for meaning. That’s why I muse. About life. Trying to make sense of it all. Right now. Before I go to bed. I’m planting some seeds. In my mind. In my soul. Hoping for a revelation. Maybe in a dream tonight. I believe in messages. Coming to me. From spirits. While I sleep. That’s when my spirit is most receptive.  No longer shackled to my conscious mind and  physical being. I suspect. That my spirit sneaks away. For a few moments. Unbeknownst to me. In my deepest slumber. And cavorts with other spirits. I look forward to the day. When I am no longer pulled between the physical and the spiritual. Yes, I will have bloomed. Into a full and free spirit. --Jim Broede