The Sandman

The Sandman is about the story to make children sleep by sprinkling sand in their eyes. 

The sandman is another title to Morpheus the supernatural persona that works in and as the dream to adjust the balance of time by turning the hour glass. 

The story of the sand is the story of tragic that feeds the pearl of time.

 The flow of ebb and tide binds us in time in the body that does what it needs to do, because of emotions that are too big to be seen, washing away the castle in the sand, eventually.

The stars and the sand are the material that works like mortar that holds the stones in the story of the dreams. 

The chaos is the certainty to dance at the shores where one can be anything as long one can hold the sand. The story of the sandman has to do with what must be done to let go of the dream of self with an identity in time…..

The books of life are the chapters of dreams and the memory of love stories that are the spiritual currency, or sand of time.

The Sandman observes the twilight and shifting stars that twinkle in hues of colors when turning the daily-hour-glass of tides.

The expression of the child at shores of love to play is the purest dream, having that sacred smell in the air.

The place of dwellings and natures bridges are the widening of the heart, to the size of the horizon, maintaining the sustenance of life.  

The sublime nature of the sandman is the reflection of the longing that controls the pulse of heart that gives glorious visions of the purest, when not deprived by time.

Shakespeare’s famous quote, “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”

The lunatic, the lover and the poet play in the sand of imagined dreams with a glance from heaven to earth and from earth to heaven.

The actors are all the spirits and ghosts trying to hold the air in the palaces of dreams that holds sensations by its breath.

The sandman is the narrow funnel of time and knot of attachments, that has its difficulties when one wishes to unravel it.

The mystery of passion is the little smoke, emotions are the glow of loves fire and compassion is the torch that illuminates the shores where the reflections, are the eternal path.

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