Dream clouds and
webs woven thru
skies and stick branches...
Wind dances and bends
only those who are ready.
I’m out of my head,
heart stretched wide,
doubt aside..
the old story’s
been turned to ash.
Come out now, to play
Come out just to say
“there is hope” and
“the Mystery’s sexy”.
We laugh at the thought
of a blindfolded God,
and pretend we don’t know that
WE ARE THE WAND.
We keep
walking and waking
in circles and cycles...
Sing for your supper,
spin for the crowd,
overflowed cups
... oh, and please,
DREAM OUT LOUD.
