(Using the Poetry of Dreaming)
"A caterpillar inches across the sky. Wings of the heart skip a beat."
The child feminine spirit cannot distinguish real from unreal, so it made up stories to fit its limited perception.
"Like bagpipes playing across the heather, the plaintiff sound of those who never were, that are ever there."
Reality is shaped through sound. The sound that has influenced the cosmos has come from ghosts that are not really there.
"The sound of silence, like honey flowing through my being. The purple haze caresses a green apple tree."
The interaction between elements of existence is neither hostile, nor benign. They simply are the poetry of the eternal interplay of facets of Infinite expression.
"White kittens suckle on warm mother's milk. The red horse runs through a misty forest."
It is the age-appropriate desire of the spirit children (the spirit levels of life) to be nurtured. This in turn inspires the love of adventure and the pleasure of self-discovery.
"The child of spirit has grown to be a beautiful young woman, wild and free. Dressed in white, like a snow-clad tree, regal and magical she shall be."
Maturation is not linear. In understanding and restoring the lost expressions of spirit within, the infantile nature of the ghosts dissolve and they mature into balanced expression.