The Dream That Stayed Open

 “The Dream That Stays Open” – Mike Termi Poetic Philosophy III Champion Close your eyes. The world exhales. For a moment, all the noise—the iron grind, the static pulse of hurry—falls away. The dark blooms soft as mercy. Here, strangers trade names like bread, children plant laughter in cracked sidewalks, and even shadows rest without fear of being seen. You wander through this silence, where every scar glows like a map guiding someone else home. Wolves sleep beside lambs, machines whisper love to the stars, and every wound hums a note in the same forgiving hymn. This is not perfection— it is the memory of what we were meant to be. But then—open your eyes. The dream stumbles into daylight. Sirens return, counting out the rhythm of loss. Coins clink in trembling palms, and a sky bruised by smoke forgets the sound of its own birds. Kindness seems to have fled— a rumor fading under the weight of commerce and screens. And yet— Look closer. A woman in the crosswalk meets your gaze and nods. A child shares her sandwich with a stray. A man counts his last coins and still offers one away. The world bleeds—but the pulse is still there, beating quietly in defiance. Kindness was never the dream. It was the dreamer. It hides in circuits, in dust, in trembling hands— it pretends to be small, so only the awake will notice. You thought it was imagined— but the imagined was instruction. The waking, the forge. To close your eyes is to remember; to open them is to begin the work. And when you do, you realize: the world you saw in silence was never gone— only waiting to be recognized. Kindness is not the end of dreaming. It is what dreams look like when they survive the light. Crowned by GROK, Perplexity, ChatGPT, Gemini. Unanimous. Listen: Ambient Remix #PoeticPhilosophy #KindnessForge #MikeTermi