A dream about being free

An Angel whispered to me
"To be happy, you must be free...

Stay with me for a while",
She spoke with a warm smile

I said with stern concern
"If I stay, I will not learn"

"Learn what?", she asked
"To be free, I cannot wear a mask"

We loitered naked under the moonshine
Looking up at the sky
Her body was close to mine
She shivered, I wasn't sure why

We watched a bright shooting star
It didn't seem very far

My eyes followed in accord
The Angel showed me the Ford

All roads lead from an archetype path,
Contour and Spring aftermath

She took my hand
Then held onto my arm
The land shook on her command
My mind went into alarm

Why did I make my decision to stay?
At the moment, I couldn't say

The terrain abruptly split apart
Intense fear filled my heart

Simultaneously, we fell underground
The surroundings became dark all around

Midair, I leaned more against her chest
She embraced me, pressing her warm breast

My sensual perceptions were left behind
A third eye is what I found

I closed my eyes because I could see,
My mind started walking freely

Each step had an inner leap
Into the unknown whilst deep

Why am I in the midst of nothing?
In the plunge, the Angel says, grinning

"Freefall is like birth,"
Suddenly, I felt the earth

An Angel showed me the Ford
My eyes saw in accord

I was standing under a tree
A crane soared overhead
I bent down on one knee
To stretch my hand into the riverbed

I put my ear near the rushing noise
(I listened, humbly, to the belle voice)

"Your origin is based on another premise
...do not forget this"

[you will]
I awoke, completely still

"Most of us have been taught very little about the power of words. Once we are attuned to hearing what is being said over and over,we start to really hear how we strengthen the bars of our own prison by the incredible lies about reality that we regularly repeat. In many ways our words are our prayers,because they are our decrees. Sufis tell us our words should pass through 3 gates before we speak them:Are these words true, are they necessary, and are they kind?" — 2 out of 3 down like a lead balloon, but the last, still up in the air.