Mischievous? Oh hell yeah… But little devils? Ha! Definitely not.

I LOVE imps. They have a lot in common with stability/reality. Leaving very little to fantasy.

Imps and Imp’s are, everywhere…

They play with you in dreams, on your telephone, your computer, your reading glasses, your car, bike, airplane, job… In short, the key word for them is ‘play’.

If they cause harm, they no longer are called imp. They lose that status for a long time, but even though their ‘nature’ is playful, they actually help those they play tricks upon so even if they do cause harm, it all works out in the end with some really great situations unfolding where an imp regains title.

Tonight, it is about time to visit some imp’s in my world… The world of dreams is one of fantastic opportunities and the past few nights have indeed been very busy…

What is really fun is to turn the tables on an imp. To become an imp for an imp is just one of those small things that come with the job which makes the time pleasant in passing.

Of course, inspirational for a bit of poem impishness…

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What World hails that which slumbered deep?

That which dares to set the wolves aflame?

To call that with name and chance is much akin to

mischievous play…

 

Council gathered as the songs spun threads of old

bringing memories to granite cold, and mirth to the young

and bold…

 

Pomp and ceremony hold no sway

only the power of Life

the circle of Joy

and Peace

 

Making such to accept

to be

awake.