Sparks on the edge
Fire on the border
The personal subconscious mind plugs into the womb of collective unconsciousness
Dreams by its source are defined
Surface blocked by patterns
Layers of a shield
Ever shifting harness
But, between our armour, the exchange still flows
This communication cannot be disowned
The time spent on priming to anticipate responses that others might demonstrate
Clarity obscured through separation schemes
Try to visualize the difference in our lives, if we could touch each other without shields
Evolutionary logical progression - mutual understanding of self
Love as a word gets thrown around some
Don't see it practiced much
The quieter the mind
The clearer the surface
The deeper the mutual touch