Money, Dreams, and Sunshine

And the money stays intact, it lacks intention, it is frozen in itself, and it means nothing to me anyway, I wonder if it may mean something to itself! And the first rain of the summer is promised, and until it arrives, I will fix on the idea of eternal sunshine. It gives a glimpse of the beauty that we can discover and it suggests spirit, and it holds life within itself, and its strength overpowers the ordinary, the mundane, the trivial. And outside of my window a world is happening, and now and again, I commune with it, am I vain enough to think that I contribute to it? And when I withdraw from the place of obvious living, I receive the images and the messages in slumber. And then I awake to find myself free from the meaning and the wisdom of the dream. And strength confronts me, and it questions, and I think I understand its reasons, and it looks for change from me, and I know I must relent, and toss my weaknesses aside.