Time hangs on the walls of the mind
The mind is a home
Still and Bare
The future is outside the open doors
Neither aware
Nor scared
Hanging in the open air
The meadow calls for one to dance
The wind beckons for one to sing
The memories fade to an everlasting spring
For the journey has yet to begin
I stand
Clear
Staring
The door seems to fade
Then thought distracts
Remove my eyes so I can see
Free my mind so I can be
Take my heart so I can feel
Show me what I have always sensed as real
Journals Of Enreal 
Wow Enreal.
This one is incredible. First I am caught by the mind as still and bare, then later, about freeing the mind so you can be. I need to read this a few more times, let it sink in and savor it.
Thank you for sharing.
I agree with SE..this is incredible! I love the images your words create and their meanings!
I hope you have been well, dear one.
Thank you for BEING!
Good energies and peace of heart to you,
~g-h
This is absolutely stunning!
This may sound a little strange but, whenever I read your words I find that, in my mind, I am creating music around them at the same time. Your words seem to bring out my creative side!
With love and gratitude
J
yes Enreal, you have always sensed it as real….and thats why you are enreal!
And very lovely piece you have written, full of warmth and love.
~Blessings~
Very well worded and truthful thoughts:
..’Time hangs on the walls of the mind
The mind is a home..’
A wonderful poem.thanks for sharing.
God bless.
Remove the veil and all you sense is real will at last be shown. Beautiful poem, Enreal. Our reality lies inside of us. PLL, C.
Enreal,
I dedicated a piece of artwork to you. It can be viewed here:
http://earthaccount.wordpress.com/the-people/enreal/
Enjoy 🙂