Returning to this World

 Last night the rain shivered beneath the moonand I fell asleep staring at the silhouettes of treesdancing across the field, lost in the wind of chancesuntil I drifted without thoughts and illusionsinto a dream land that called my name from the other side. This morning I returned to this world,woken with memories of another life I left behindand as I stared into the morning lighta quiet whisper left me without doubts:my thoughts are the small journeysthat bring me back to realityand I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I return to this world surrendering to the universe.Some days there is peace of mind.Some days there is utter chaos.Some days I thank God for the rain insidethat washes over me and fills my spiritwith such certainties and assurances.The dreams intertwine with past lessons;the past intertwines with the disillusionsand then I am back to this reality:This is my one-and-only spectacular life.