A Wonderful Word

I'm dreaming... it's dark and warm and the humid atomsphere around me is like a blanket covering me all. It's a forest, with sounds, trees are talking like whispers with the wind as a messenger. The wide darkness spotted with fireflies opens the portal to the Other Side, with other people, other reigns, other laws, other relation with the creatures above and beneath. Syncing my inner clock with the sun and distances with my eyes. Be one with wide horizon, fly with the first ray of light and sleep with the last one. Wide. I do dreaming.

Oare Kungfutze sa fi avut chiar atat de multa patrundere privind oamenii? Oare chiar ne nastem rai si pentru a ne indrepta ne trebuiesc reguli, legi, precepte? Suntem noi oare plini de vicii, atat de plini incat sa avem nevoie de bat intru ascultare si indreptare? Nu putem sti... suntem nascuti in reguli, ne conducem dupa legi si ne inchinam dupa canoane...