Could it be?featured

Last night I dreamt of golden strands. They glistened and moved through black space. It was enamoring watching them flow, intersect, and merge light with one another. 

Are these portals?

The web of existence?

Us? 

My vision broadened, and I saw that the golden strands were not threads floating through space, they were the luminous hair of a giant being!

Vivid blue eyes stared back at me, beaming with love, compassion, and omniscience. A generous smile exuded a warm and delightful sense of humor. The Being, whose frame was outlined in a filament of twinkling stars, went on dancing, gleefully, with grace.

Could it be that we are all strands of God’s hair?