Do you think the rain is the universe letting our souls cry when we can’t?
Do you wonder if music is our hearts reaching out to connect?
Do you ever listen to the darkness waiting for an answer?
Do you ask the wind to carry messages of paper imagination to the places we forget?
Do you think the material we touch is illusionary?
Do you wonder if breath is breathing us?
Do you ever sing words without sound hoping someone will still hear you?
Do you… Do you…
Do you dream of a life you have never lived?
and wonder if it is still possible?
I do… I definitely do.
Staring out from broken glass
onto gray green fields of waning glory;
the wild magic resides no more?
OSP (one sentence poem):
Because there were no stars, I wept; stones became wishes
I want to lay down next to earth and whisper my deepest secret
but I am afraid the wind will hear
and carry it away to where I
will dream of it no more.
So it remains, here,
tucked between dreams and I.O.U.s
in the garden of
Someday I will dream a word to speak
that the world has never heard
and cause the universe to pause in the beauty of it
My rise to the fall,
the whisper of willowed words waving
in a wind yet blowing,
the calm clarity of surface
realities not understood in currents unseen,
lingering on scents mystifying
mice men with miniature mandolins,
playing sweet songs of melodies, I
can’t remember because my former
self forgot to leave a memo to the message
I was suppose to entertain, restrain, and refrain,
across horizons of blue ink and white salted skin;
an impossible poem unwritten.
If you want for peace, then be peaceful; the opposite cannot know it, so do not give it life with thought or deed.
A seed cannot be anything other than what it is, the potential of the thing it represents; sow it and it shall become all it was intended – no wishing for difference will make it change – sow wisely.
Dance with me in the world of light, so that you may see my shadows and know me.
::speak peace and dance on::
Very little can be done if very little is hoped for, so dare to dream upon stardust trails and universes yet discovered, that we might hope for much and have much to do.