There is an escape hatch that opens the way for Celtic dreaming in the world we live in .

Within our subconscious mind there are these escape hatches on the mystical pathway , That is where we float away , drifting through the clouds to places
where inspirational thinking can find us opening new spaces of lyrical expression .
This is when we are able to create deeper interests with poetry . These poetic hooks are then placed in saddle bags that are carried by dragonflies to the musical section of that inner cosmos . Most Celtic dreamers like to chase away the sun and become night owls at the end of the day . Thoughts become songs and music is returned from the inner cosmos far beyond the paper sky . For the few who can escape from the cocoon new songs come out like butterflies on their way to heaven .

Celtic Dreaming is welcome in the world we live usually because songs are either feared or not appreciated because they are created in another place and time where when nothing really matters anymore .
So how can we keep dreaming about writing when dragonflies are left like orphans in a paper sky ?
For those who still search for that escape hatch they will find new expressions and music will find a way to be heard . There are mystical dragonflies in universe and it will take more than disappointment . more than anger , more than greed , more than
oppression to stop a song from being heard .
All it takes it love and kindness to keep us together in a world where no one has ever been before . The writers of poetry and makers of songs are todays Celtic dreamers and more than ever they will create and narrate and make the mystical world a part of the material world forever .
In a future existence there are already songs and music that have been placed inside cocoons waiting for that moment to take flight . There are saddlebags hung up on hooks , suspended there in time waiting to be found .

Celtic dreamers are still living out their dreams as I speak and as they watch reality pass by they are focused on the mystic and they are drawn to places in another place and time where nothing really matters anymore .

I believe in Celtic dreaming and I have met many more like myself who will continue to dream and find a way to drift away .

The End

By Paul McCann

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