There is a time for daydream and a time to slip into the in-between, to the space of the great unknown where visions are queen, and kingdoms are built out of light prism dreams.

Everything is possible in dream time: reality bends its knee, imagination takes stage, and whale songs sound while visions comes in on feather pink angel wings.

You can be anybody and do anything: fly with the daffodils, talk to the mysteries, sit in the mist of lemurian streams- – create worlds out of colors and hopes and possibilities.

And you are left to wonder as you open your eyes, stare out into the vibration of physical reality- that perhaps in this space of stone-songs and cat-speak, what is most real are the things only the closed eye sees.