Perfect Harmony

Perfect harmony is a term I used to use quite a lot. It went hand in hand with terms like synchronicity and celestial clockwork. It's that state of being in which everything feels right... at peace and in balance. I don't put much stock in astrology but I often wonder if being a Libra has something to do with that balance thing. Perfect harmony is... the mountaintop. It's the epitome... the quintessence... of happiness? of everything? It's being right where you should be. It's being in the flow of that place... that path... that current. Being on the path, on track. It's perfection. Having that feeling is... everything. Holding that space bleeds into everything else, especially dream. I'd heard that flight in dream was a sure sign that you were there, or rather, you were content and balanced. I used to fly a lot. I loved the feeling. Still do. I can remember it, how it felt and still, the mechanics of it. I know how to fly, I'm just not there anymore. I had a dream not too long ago, a few weeks back, where I flew. I still remembered how to lift-off. Cognitive dreaming is another piece to that scene. It's being everywhere... aware... hypersensitive... in control. I've been having... odd dreams. In direct opposition to my Perfect Harmony. Very base. Very grounded. Very stilted. Very heavy. Midway through I become aware of what's happening... of where I am and I try to transmute the scene, but I can't get a hold of anything, much less fly. I break out of these dreams. I can't control them anymore. There's this war going on. Victory is Perfect Harmony. Defeat, my Nightmare.


DS333, discordant.