Eyes Closed to Dream

 

I closed my eyes to dream and meditate,  

Practicing each scene and not hesitate.  

Free-flowing currency attracting to me,  

Manifesting piles surrounding thee.

Now which is more valuable: the thought of the money,  

Or the bees accumulating and storing the honey?  

A perspective is for you as I run past go,  

Challenging the skills of everyone in the know.

For a week of celebration, I raise my hands,  

Forever grateful for fulfilling God's plan.  

Fueling my spirit, visioning alive,  

In the stillness, helping me thrive.

Each thought, a seed, growing in fertile ground,  

In the silence, abundance is found.  

With faith and trust, I pave my way,  

Turning dreams into reality and each day

a happy birth play.