Every mirror

Let's journey to places of mystery and magic.
Let's take the extra step into the extra-ordinary, in this world and beyond.

Let's enter Dreamosphere.

I know that aside from here there are places to go in writing, places to see on earth, worlds to explore. Some places where time echoes, where one only starts to contemplate the endless.
I understand that imagination's wanderlust is elemental for its purposes, life travel experiences simply vital.

Yet let's be as much embedded in the fantasy realm as the material, and more so. Let's go deeper, explore, explore, explore, dream, dream, dream.

Because this is something of what Dreamosphere means to me - Everything!
It is the unseen world I discovered and never left, the place where all the magic in my life comes from. A source.

As I learn more about life I find philosophies that explain this place. Oh, and there are many explanations. The dream atmosphere remains beyond my cycles of belief. It perseveres.

Here where I discovered things about myself. I could write. I could draw. I could create things. I could be an artist!
I took impressions from the world back to this place and this place showed me what I could do with them.

And now Dreamosphere is behind the mirror.
Every mirror.
It is more. It is the origin and final destination of every breath.
Glorious.

And the beat goes On and On

I gotta feelin' that this year's gonna be a good, good year!

My Letter to Your Toes


Dear toes,

Blessed pillars, be guardians

Hold steady;

Love my beloved,



Make every shoe’s embrace a silent grace

in well being’s natural obeisance

to your owner,



Then carry it along on the unseen ship

to ride the magic cloud, the gleaming mist



Taste the path first in sleep and find it sweet

Weave the day the night before inlaying the entire feet

in gold frames of the unchangeable rising fortune

renewed future hallowed steps make opportune



Dear toes,

Blessed pillars, be guardians

Hold steady;

Love my beloved.

Natasha Ashwe (c) 2010

PASSION FORWARD

I CAN FEEL IT

I feel like I’m about to explode!
Everything is completely certain, I’m on the verge of something so incredibly wonderful my mind cannot even grasp its magnitude, its momentum.
All the signs lie in place; everything has been drafted out perfectly. There is absolutely no doubt. It is done.
Wonderful magic is just excellently springing forth. I’m like, looking over my shoulder, glancing about, bursting with excitement, exquisitely curious as to where it will manifest from, totally clueless from which direction, but certain.
The Universe around me is tingling. I am opening the doors in my life, peeping through key holes, listening through walls, dying with anticipation; feeling the rumbling and tremors of promise.
The magic is done. It’s coming, and it’s huge.