Behind the Veil of my Dreams

I cut through the veil of my dreams one night

to see just what orchestrated my visions as I slept.

And there before me was a painted woman,

floating gently in the abyss of my thoughts.

Her beauty was intoxicating, as I watched

the paintings move and change designs on her body,

as if one dream led into another.

No words were spoken, no sound was heard,

but a flow of magical movement between her body

and soul I watched.

Was this my dream maker?

Was this what guided me between the worlds

of conscious and unconscious breaths?

Slowly she danced as her eyes called my soul,

yet my body could not touch her, only my breath,

only my eyes.

So passionately I loved the Muse behind the veil
of my dreams.

Like a potter who sits at his wheel and creates a vase,

or an artist who stands before his canvas and paints a master piece,

the dream maker molds and paints my dreams.

So I say to you, now when I dream,

 I step behind the veil to commune with that

which turns the wheel and paints the canvas.

For I have seen what calls me between the worlds

of my conscious and unconscious breath.

~ Casey ~

When I Kiss You

 

I don’t just love you when it rains.

I love you when the lighting strikes

and the thunder roars.

As that is what I feel when I kiss you.

When I kiss you,

It is as if, inside my body

I splash like a thousand rain drops.

Harmoniously hitting a tin roof.

Grabbing each other and holding on

with their last breath, as if they will never

kiss again.

Yes, when I kiss you I am rain.

 

~ Casey ~

The 10 Comandments of Light and Love

 

 

Writings are taken from the unpublished book

"Proverbs and Parables of the Heart" 

Share them freely with all you love.

~ Casey~

Heart of Love

Those who truly embrace the voice of soul

will know there is no death.

But that we are life created in the heart of love.

Journeying in the light of eternity,

for there is no religion in Heaven.

As what gets you there is not a religious belief,

but a map of the soul.

~ Casey ~



When the Soul Speaks

To sing with your heart is to use the voice of passion

To write a poem with your soul is to use the voice of God.

Come into my mind, my soul and listen as

I whisper the ancient stories through my breath. 

My heart remembers you, as my soul rejoices in our dance.

Come, and I will sing to you a song that heals our world.

 Our journey is one of the soul as we touch each other’s heart,

 through spirit we are inseparable. 

When Soul speaks, the wind listens and shapes the clouds

in the sky like a river that flows smoothly with the elements

that surround you.

As the quill will dance upon the parchment with spirits

that delight in the hand that writes from the Soul.

~ Casey ~

The Land of Passion and Love

The Muse and the Wind

In her first life she was born the wind.

She filled the sky with her love and passion,

Woman would design the clouds to fit her moods

and touched all life beneath her.

In her next life she was born the rain

Her consciousness was lighting and the words

were thunder.

This Muse baptized all life beneath her with a glorious song as she washed the mountain tops and filled the rivers.

After many live times as wind and rain

Woman went to the Gods and said I want more,

because I am more the Gods they listened with intent

and nodded in agreement of her desire, as they too knew

 the secrets of  her heart.

It was the next life woman knew not what sensation

would come.

But only that when she ran it was the wind in her face

 that called, as she climbed the mountain.

The rain fell upon her body like a blanket of

joy from the sky.

And on the mountain top where woman stood,

It was there the wind moved through her as the

rain fell upon her face.

It was there the Muse planned her next life

and would come back as light.

Then, she would be in all life

Above as well as beneath the wind and the rain.

 

~ Casey S. Leasure ~

Children of the Sun