Looking through the window
Listening to songs of the soul in t he background, with thoughts transported into a structure carrying the appearance of a temple of light. S tanding at the rear and looking unto the massive beauty of this structure, lining both sides are musicians playing in the keys of their hearts and souls and tones that rang through energy in soft melodies. As if the breath was being caught in the beauty of the presence, looking to my right , a spiritual influence was there telling me the journey to the front of the temple would be as short or long as I chose for the walk. Leading back to earlier teachings and how th ought process here and there were the cornerstone of our creative desires, taking the lead halfway forward through the succession of musicians as they played, I saw a window come into view. D istances left to advance before within this vision of beauty, now seemed small. Once again, propelling through thought forwa rd until the view of the window was that of a room as I s