Of unicorn dreams and dreaming

Unicorns as beautiful souls

live not in a quid pro quo world of bargains and balance sheets, not in consumption’s hunger nor in contradiction’s snare.

They move where beauty is lawless, where predictability dissolves and predation has no teeth, where no hand presses another into the yoke of coercion.

They breathe the free air, the free will and freedom.

They are the radiant self actuated onto a higher plane, a desire sharpened into destination, a consciousness

not of scraps

or lack

or judgment

but of

quality,

clarity,

the rare air of

awakened reality.

Here cooperation flowers not the sick vine of codependency ,not the chains of slavery disguised as love, but a meeting of free beings in harmony without possession ,a dance without debt, a communion beyond demand.

In their world everything breathes without barter, everything belongs without being owned, and the light is not divided, only multiplied by the rainbow radiance of true beauty that isn’t fleeting bought or sold in the marketplace.

Unicorns and unicorn dreams are a scarcity, and rarely, but a necessity in this sick, lonely, frightened, scattered and scarred world.

…of unicorns, unicorns dreaming, and unicorn dreams…