Look at me.

These are the eyes of a dreamer.

Someone who tried to live like other’s expected but couldn’t.

I had to fight to find my own way.

…and here I am.

This is me. The real me.

A barefooted spirit that roams this Earth.

Awake and open-heartedly. I walk my path carrying my heart on my sleeve, in search of those doing the same.

This borrowed body serves only to help me follow the trails and clues left by other dreamers.

Whispers of kindness, or a faint feeling of pure intentions. Maybe a warm smile of genuine curiosity….

These are battle cries to let neighbouring dreamers know that I am close…!

And sure enough it worked!

You welcomed me not with your words, but through your eyes.

People seem to mistakenly think dreamers communicate with words, but how could they when these eyes say so much more than words could ever do…

They tell you of pain & sorrow, but also of an unforgivable amount of love & hope.

You see, these are the eyes of a creative who has lived but never gave up.

Who knows how to have fun and be present.

Who knows how to visualise and manifest.

So when two dreamers cross paths, and their gates are met, their hearts become connected.

Light recognises light.

In your eyes, I see myself – and I’m so happy, for I have made a new friend.

Life has brought us to a place where all dreamers can come together.

To sing, to cry, to laugh, and to act silly.

I am safe to be me for this deep yearning feeling of longing to find my tribe has been met.

And so, as he sinks his toes deep in the grounds of Mother Earth, he looks up to the tree canopy.

The sun rays kissing his body and neck. With tears dripping down his face, he feels alive, for he is home.

• Danny Palmer