Reaching the mountain peak

Sometimes in my dreams, I travel near and far. I've seen people I have never met, had battles I never fought, said words I've never said, and flew over some of the most beautiful plains and fields. However, in my dreams, I don't recall ever reaching the mountain top. I would love to fly up there and see the world for what it is. The highs and lows of love, the rain coming down and evaporating back up, the crime in the corner, and lastly to meet my Creator. To commune within. Expressing my highs and lows of love, seeing my rain being collected in a bucket, and my crimes. To have the Creator tell me it will be okay. To have my creator tell me that I am loved because I am a creation. To know that the battles placed before me are to perfect me not break me. To tell me that I am capable of loving through the storms of life. To be told that forgiveness is in me and it is granted to me freely. To be able to see what harmony looks like. To feel the breath of the Creator on my skin as the wind blows over me. What a place that will be, to have the assurance that I am enough and I am striving daily to balance myself. One day I will get there, until then I'll just enjoy flying for now🌹