The World’s Dreaming – Gavin-Birchall
Hear here…
The Worlds Dreaming.
We are the world’s dreaming.
Glittering impulses shifting,
Through connections we,
Can’t comprehend and,
A consciousness we,
Aren’t capable of,
Recognising as ourselves,
Nor self undivided.
We are the world’s waking.
We might rouse from,
Sleep and meet,
The outside of the inside,
For a moments eternity.
Occupying every expression,
With equal reverence,
Into an endless present.
We are the world’s rising.
Lifting into the woken,
Wild and active state.
Serving life from within.
There are more than imagined,
Yet fewer than seem needed.
Meet yourself then each other,
Followed and preceded.
Gavin Birchall
There is something else here. This recording doesn’t sound in the air the way it sounds within. It is as close as I can render right now. I could keep developing my skill to get closer and closer. Keeping everything in a fixed and closed cycle. Before daring to show the world. I would have done this before. However it doesn’t feel good now. Nature doesn’t perfect by working on the same instance of something before moving onto another. It iterates and allows birth and life and death with each becoming and being the others. Nor does it hide it’s immature growth. It lets the seed sprout and the sapling reach and the whole plant to meet the environment. Then it has another go. Life is exploration and living is learning. We are the world’s rising.