College of the Unconscious
Unconsciousness
opens imaginations door to,
the dream realm and I am
falling into its abyss.
I call to my guides and they
appear in dreamscapes stories,
where we have our chats over,
Ambrosia; I am learning to,
view beyond the limits of mortality.
Soul’s guidance takes
many forms and guides will
plug into it on the astral plane;
a university that is unmatched on this earth.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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