Navigating Dreamtime Waters

My boat glides, upon silvery waters, to the distant shore and below the depths, there are no limits or borders; I won’t allow them in my dreams. When I dream, images glide with no frames or borders; across my dreamtime waters. I know what hides in those depths and how far I am from the safety of the shore. Upon the shore I safely sleep and dream. I do not fear the abysmal depths. I just, smoothly glide across those waters; without limits or borders. Self-limiting borders, unlike the shore, foul the dreamtime waters of my dreams. They make, unstable…the glide; calling dark, dismal images up from the depths. There are many depths, within the minds borders. As I glide to the safety of dreamtime’s shore; I pass through many dark dreams, within those waters. The great collector…water, hides many secrets in its depths. In my dreams, I allow no limits or borders; just a beckoning shore, toward which, I glide. A soul glides, upon etheric waters. Traveling to distant shores; it fathoms dreamtime depths. No borders are there; there’s no place for them, in my dreams.